ugg kids| How many hours until the twentieth anniversary of his neck snapping

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the end of the hall, trailing his hand along the water-stained wall. On his right was the studio, on his left the bathroom. Bobby's hell and purgatory. Or was it the other way around? Trevor guessed that was one of the things he had come to find out.
He looked to his left and saw the faint gleam of light on dirty porcelain You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, the buckled shower curtain rod above the black chasm of the tub. How many hours was it now until the exact moment when Bobby had fastened the rope and stepped off the edge of the tub? How many hours until the twentieth anniversary of his neck snapping?
Trevor's eyes moved over the peeling walls, over the dark rectangle of the mirror, found the space between sink and toilet where he had curled his five-year-old body into the tightest possible ball. He wondered if he could fit there now. He wondered what he would see if he did.
Instead he turned and went into the studio. The two large windows were intact, and the room was dusty but otherwise clean. Trevor brushed off the tilted surface of Bobby's drawing table. He preferred to draw on a flat surface You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, having gotten used to his desk at the Home, but the folding table was one of the few things Bobby hadn't sold or thrown out when they left Austin. It had his stains and gouges You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, his razor slits and scars, hisyilai：
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