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I never noticed Johnny before, nothing other than his greasy hair and eyes tainted like purple bruises. It’s strange how small he seemed at a towering six feet. He was always easy to forget, even as top of the class and the resident tech genius. It’s weird how his soft voice and stutter made him so easy to ignore. “How could I not have noticed Johnny?” He commands so much attention now, with a gun in his hand.
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