Christopher had now managed to calm down a little bit when Geoffrey returned.
"I...I don't know," he admitted, taking the orange juice, "Last time I was there, there were at least 10 or so, but I ran away two weeks ago, and they've been looking for me ever since. I've been hiding any way and anywhere I can. That's why I was in your garden."
After taking a sip, he looked at his surroundings.
"The orphanage is old, white and boring...it almost looks ready to fall apart. Nothing like this house...it feels warm and comforting in here."
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Eye of the Megaraptor, lurking the darkness, on the lookout for bottoms to smack and impliments to eat.
It's a strange life, but someone has to do it, right?
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