[ He keeps his eyes on Ray, his hands in the air in surrender, stepping down the creaky wooden steps at the front of the church. He keeps his phone in the air for a moment longer, and then at last on the bottom step he leans down, obeying the instructions of the man with the gun. The man with the gun and his face.
But not a Two. No. A son of man. But look at those genetics springing back into play after all these years. It's adorable. ]
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But not a Two. No. A son of man. But look at those genetics springing back into play after all these years. It's adorable. ]
Come closer. Let me see you.