Tag: game
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STORY 1
The glass felt cold against Brendan’s forehead. His school tie was twisted sideways where he’d been pulling at it. Rain blurred the street outside into grey nothing. Mum’s lighter clicked. The ashtray overflowed with lipstick-stained ends. The kitchen smelled of smoke, and the tuna pasta that she hadn’t bothered to heat the property. Headlights appeared…