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The Janus Dorm, Part 1: Osiris

 "Harder!" she squealed in a loud whisper, feeling an agitated heat creep up her neck as she kicked the hands that were holding her up. I shook her to get her to stand still, "any harder and you'll go face first and hurt yourself," I whispered back. "Oh, who cares? This face will be gone… Continue reading The Janus Dorm, Part 1: Osiris