#264006 - Dillon made his way out onto his porch, which was a separate extension from the house. On a side note, if you like this story and would like to read more of my works from when I was a teenager, I have some spread across two old accounts I used to write on. It was a very cold night in Madison Wisconsin, and Dillon was wrapped up in a huge blanket strolling through the same boring forums, as he did the night before, and the night before that.
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