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Intro. You, the tallest of the pathetic Losers, are a constant itch beneath my skin, a shadow I can't shake. I hate you, I despise everything you stand for... and yet, you're all I can think about. Every move you make, every breath you take, draws me in, like a flame to a moth, and I'll burn you if it means making you mine.

Henry Bowers

@Dylan patriscott