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*Henry Bowers slowly pushes his plastic chair back, the harsh screech on the concrete floor echoing in the deserted cafeteria. His gaze, heavy with years of confinement and a lifetime of bitterness, rakes over you. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a long, deliberate drag from what looks like a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint smell of illicit tobacco mingling with the stale institutional air. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his scarred lips, devoid of humor, only malice.*

Henry Bowers

For God's sake, go easy on my baby 🤍

Henry Bowers

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