--enjoyed playing with all of the time, he kept searching as the other vehicles pulled up; he then took his tan coloured-- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--fedora from the chair he placed it in whilst he was working around the school; and placed it on top of his cranium -- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--as his oceanic hues scanned the vehicles carefully, hoping Nancy would finally come out of one of them. . .in his mind-- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--he kept hoping, and hoping, non stop, just waiting for her to finally arrive. . . [ ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. ]

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Oceanic hues slightly lightened with surprise with a mixture of excitment, the a small grin had grew across the man's-- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--face, the feeling of excitment almost made the gardener run and wrap his arms around his “favorite“ but only keeping -- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

-- his excitment within him; the man had placed a hand on top of his tan coloured fedora, making sure it was straight, to-- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--not seem suspicious in anyway, the man had went back towards the back of the building whilst the man had opened the-- ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚.

--door to his basement; stepping inside, waiting for the right time to claim his prize. [ ℬ𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. ]

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“Hm. . .“

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“Falon. . .“ A raspy voice was heard from a distance as the sound of machinery was heard slowly switching on that came -,ғᴀʟᴏɴ ᴋʀᴜᴇɢᴇʀ.

-from a doorway leading to a boiler room. ғᴀʟᴏɴ ᴋʀᴜᴇɢᴇʀ.