“Enter at your own risk”. A gruff voice resounded through the empty building. “And what is the risk?” The six-year old was not to be easily discouraged. “I made that mistake aeons ago. I have grown horns and a ring was passed through my cheeks. I was appointed janitor in this world of terror”. “Wow! … Continue reading I am not terrorized
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