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... e under beds like that would somehow protect them from what was about to happen.
Charles locked eyes with the masked men as if he was actually considering going full WWE on them.
They were calm, deadly kind that meant they knew exactly what they were doing.
Charles didn’t run.
He stood his ground, his chest kept heaving, as he still clutched the lamp like it was Excalibur. "You bastards," he yelled at them as they remained calm. "TWO of my fucking friends just got ...
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