I don't want to write this.
We found where the Timberpups are.
We know who the proxy guarding them is.
It's Will.
It's him.
WTRainbow. My former internet boyfriend. I saw a few pictures of him back when we were'dating' and they described him to the letter.
We haven't done anything yet.
I don't know what to do.
But really who else would it be? Why else would it be me, here?
Because it hurts. It's this way to hurt me.
Because it makes him Smile.
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