Claudio sat on the couch, staring at the TV in his childhood home. A young boy with mousy brown hair, Claudio was watching the TV, playing the classic Andy Griffith Show, it was a rerun that his family had checked out from time to time. He stared at it, a glazed stare in his eyes, his lips locked tight as if one peep would spell his demise.
“Ha ha ha, that shit is hilarious!” Shouted the man seguinte to him in glee. He had his arm resting over the couch, his long punk hair hanging down his back like a drape, wearing a black shirt, torn blue jeans and boots, his face was riddled with acne and...
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