Walt ran, the floppy shoes slowing him down. He only needed to go a little further to get away from the disgruntled Secret Service men.
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I approve of this musical artist.
Hint Fiction: Patient Zero
November 11, 2009 — ChivalrybeanThe drummer cursed when his hand fell off mid-song. He reattached it, unobserved. Good. How would he explain his problem to his band mates?
Hint Fiction: The Grimoir
November 9, 2009 — ChivalrybeanMortimer clutched the tome. Quietly he slunk the dark streets, avoiding anyone he saw. If this book wasn’t taken far away, Portland would be destroyed.