Ring around the Rosie
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     Ahren smiled, smoke billowing out of his nose and between his teeth. “Then start with them,” he said, and let out a wicked laugh. It was desperate, cruel, mocking. He laughed for himself, and he laughed at the boy. Then all to suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the younger male by the throat. “Don’t let them laugh at you,” he hissed, and gave him a shove backwards.





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