Jaylen  Powell

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Slowly I approached the bed and softly sat down. Instead of handing me the tray of food, like I expected, he picked up the spoon and scooped up some eggs and grits off the plate. He brought the spoon to my mouth and stared at me until I opened it.
Fallin' for A Cold-Blooded Menace
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