Lucian Ignatiy
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1You are walking home from work and it’s getting dark. As you walk by an alleyway you notice a tall figure leaning against a wall, his eyes trailing you as you pass. You try to ignore him but no more then a minute later you a feel a cold hand grip shoulder and he whips you around to meet his lifeless gaze. He’s so close you feel his presence on a molecular level. “Plastic spoon” he mumbles as he rips your blueberry yogurt from your hand. Suddenly his expression twist into manic rage.
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