Chapter 6
Jack sat at the breakfast bar tapping his fingers repeatedly and swinging his legs under his stool like an anxious child.
“He said twelve…it's half-past, I wonder if he got lost,” Jack thought, adjusting his white t-shirt.
Jack had spiked his hair up so it stood straight on end. He twisted one of the spikes with his fingers in anticipation
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Thank you for you update,
Torry
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