Re: The Purge
Harry and Ray sat on the bench near the back of the square, studying their surroundings. Ray eyed Alexandria suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. Harry waved to the casually-dressed person friendly, praying her intentions were pure too. Machete in hand, he checked his watch. 6:58 and... 30 seconds. The hour was approaching, nagging at Ray to get out of the square louder and louder. Both tapped their feet, Ray anxiously and Harry impatiently.
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