Wake-Up Call @ 03:26 pm
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Henry sits in a corner of the apartment, focusing with his father's ring. He wants to find his father. He wants to find his father.
He refuses to let his desire he's had his whole life, this desire for a green ring, interfere any further. He needs to find his father. He has to.
The ring glows, casting the room in soft green light, but Henry makes certain it won't interrupt any of his sleeping companions.
He wants to find his father. He wants to find his father. He wants to... keep this ring.
Damn it.
He lets out a tired sigh.
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