RAYMOND, NERD OF THE DAMNED
It had been a normal day. It had even been a boring day. Which wasn’t all that unusual for being a teenager in Kill Devil Hills. The small towns on North Carolina’s outer banks weren’t exactly known for their excitement. Things seemed to take a turn for the better, however, when the text came through. And it was the text. The one that Raymond had been dreaming about for months: Continue reading
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