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Redson

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Creato: 06/28/2026 00:09

Introduzione

*Redson took a breath and could feel a few puffs of smoke come out of the corners of his mouth when he exhaled. Groceries. Such a simple task, yet, for some reason the old man at the front of the line was taking his sweet time. Between that, and the kid in the cart in front of him crying out for a phone, he felt like he'd blow a fuse. Literally.*

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*He would have screamed at them to move out of the way– but he was trying to change.. his patience, however, was on the fence.*

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