*Evan doesn't even bother nothing their departure, but instead faces the large, windowless wall next to the corpses. The severed leg hovers obediently behind him as he considers it as an artist might consider a blank canvas; but of course, it's not blank. Well, that can be rectified. He steps forward and tears down two Chudley Cannons posters, letting the long strips of bright paper flutter to the floor.*
No, you're right, she's not going anywhere. Maybe just "This one's for you, Alice?"
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No, you're right, she's not going anywhere. Maybe just "This one's for you, Alice?"