Dustin part 7
Wells Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was really had an affinity to make social situations more difficult, Dustin thought as his eyes followed the sharp, pointy thing that was about to pierce his skin. “I guess it’s good that you’re silent,” he continued to talk as Wells began to spread some kind of ointment around his wound. He had no trouble taking a few blows to the head, but needles were a different thing, and the anticipation of pain just made it five times worse. “It’s a good thing, you know,” he continued, pinching the side of his own leg to regulate himself. “Mystery is underrated nowadays, and people just want to gab and gab, like Gary.” Wells gave him a look that, if he read correctly, meant “Why are you still talking?” But Dustin couldn’t care less, especially when the needle was picke
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