chapter twelve

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Father Mop arrived at the scene; he was a small priest dressed in yellow flannel, "Do I even want to know?" 

"I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i h-have a-" Bellon started to stutter out. 

"I don't." The weird preist finished, completely disregarding the tiny quivering emo boy in front of him.

"Let's get this over with then.", he said, standing between Bellon and Edwrina.

"Today we gather in hol…" Bellon felt strange, Father mops voice was fading away.

"Bellon"




"Bellon"




"Bellon wake up baby"

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