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Reggie lifted the trapdoor beneath his desk once the sound of gunfire and the chainsaw had ceased. Purple powder spilled out of his backpack, but he was leaving the rest of his life behind. Just as he had done dozens of times before. He glanced out the window of his cabin, searching for movement. After a moment of nothing stirring in the snow, he emerged from the doorway of his cabin.
“Figured you would hide until the fighting was over.”
Reggie spun on his heels to see The Queen step out from the tree line with a limp. He let out a sighing laugh and glanced down at his feet. It took him a moment to speak.
“Looks like you’ve got a little hitch in your giddy-up,” Reggie finally said.
She did her best to stabilize her stance and act through the pain. “You can drop the character. Every
