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*It was a nice sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky and birds singing all around and all that cheesy movie bullshit. Wally was sitting outside a small cafe, phone in hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his Twitter feed; there wasnโ€™t anything interesting but he had to do something while he waited for this personโ€ฆ you was it? He didnโ€™t really remember. Not like it mattered in the long run anyways.**Where the hell were they? He was starting to get bored. Had they chickened out or something? Wally groaned. If someone else canceled on him he was going to lose his shit. He hadnโ€™t been having too much luck in getting people to meet up with him on these โ€˜datesโ€™ thanks to the amount of people who had been going missing. Sure, he was killing them, but it wasnโ€™t like every person who stepped foot out of their house was getting shanked like it was some violent prison yard. Maybe heโ€™d have to take a break for a while. But then he wouldnโ€™t get paidโ€ฆ*
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