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Grey Snow Bringer
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You walk out into the living room and collapse on one of the mattresses with a pillow.
Lisa: “Chuck.”
Lisa: “What was all that yelling?”
You grunt and wave your hand.
Geoff: “What the heck, man”
Lisa: “Is everyone alright?”
You: “Yes. Go to bed.”
You close your eyes and curl up, your mind swirling with clouds of anger and unease. To hell with the monster watch, to hell with Lisa and Geoff, and to hell with Naz. As you fall asleep, your last thoughts are of the bitter smell of Bourbon and a touch of Marcie’s sweet smile.
END CHAPTER IV
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