Ahh John, that glib fucker. All of us have hated him since he started. That leathery handprint of a face, those smug stitches. Never says a fucking word. Just stares with those lifeless eyes. Somebody called him Wilson once, that, got his attention. Now that he’s one of us … yeah, well, he’s doomed too…
Ahh John, that glib fucker. All of us have hated him since he started. That leathery handprint of a face, those smug stitches. Never says a fucking word. Just stares with those lifeless eyes. Somebody called him Wilson once, that, got his attention. Now that he’s one of us … yeah, well, he’s doomed too…
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