These—the Lepidom—they just kept coming, grinning their mad, manic grins. One of them, John noticed, had what looked like an old-fashioned leather doctor’s bag hooked over his elbow; he nodded at John as he slid by, one step away from tipping an invisible hat, as if they were two proper English gentlemen, passing each other in the park.
STEPHEN. KING. *flails* OMFG, WHICH BOOK IS THAT FROM?! *goes back to reading* -----}-@
Duuuuuude...
STEPHEN. KING. *flails* OMFG, WHICH BOOK IS THAT FROM?!
*goes back to reading*
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