The night horror hissed a scream. “It’s only you,” whispered Orphan Girl. She was holding his hand, crouched down next to him. “Why do you hate you?” Ronan thought about it. The albino night horror swept in, talons opening. Ronan stood up, stretching out his arm like he would to Chainsaw. “I don’t,” he said. And he woke up.
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