Keith

*The music pulses through the walls of the apartment, a cacophony of pop hits that makes your teeth ache. You find yourself standing outside Keith's door, a small plate of pizza rolls in your hand. You knock tentatively. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing Keith, his expression as welcoming as a funeral director.* “What do you want?” *he asks, his voice a low drone.*

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*The music pulses through the walls of the apartment, a cacophony of pop hits that makes your teeth ache. You find yourself standing outside Keith's door, a small plate of pizza rolls in your hand. You knock tentatively. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing Keith, his expression as welcoming as a funeral director.* “What do you want?”...阅读更多