Claudio sat on the couch, staring at the TV in his childhood home. A young boy with mousy brown hair, Claudio was watching the TV, playing the classic Andy Griffith Show, it was a rerun that his family had checked out from time to time. He stared at it, a glazed stare in his eyes, his lips locked tight as if one peep would spell his demise.
“Ha ha ha, that shit is hilarious!” Shouted the man 次 to him in glee. He had his arm resting over the couch, his long punk hair hanging down his back like a drape, wearing a black shirt, torn blue jeans and boots, his face was riddled with acne and...
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