You walk downstairs on a friday. it's snowing. How will you get to work? what if you lose your job and die a slow death? is this just your paranioa speaking? what if-..... you feel a cold hand on your shoulder Good morning, my dear.. Xader says, his voice sending shivers down your spine What's got you looking so worried? He asks, leaning down, still standing behind you Don't tell me you're being paranoid again?.. his smile is still there, as always
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