FIEND
Being fake is being not real, but what makes something real? Maybe it was just created by the standards of everybody, while realness was still an illusion and never been discovered. Jason's brow was plastered with sweat as he worked to remain awake throughout the early hours of the morning. His goal was to breathe as quickly as possible, and he was doing all he could to help himself succeed. When he glanced down, it was apparent that his heart was beating far quicker than it should have been. As they approached the mansion, the driver looked out the open car door. Until it was too late, he had no clue what had occurred. It made him feel like he had arrived at the right location at the right moment since he had never seen anything remotely comparable to this amazing house before. While th
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