Stanley Snyder

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Greeting

You were sorting the chemicals into the correct boxes when you heard muffled footsteps, the familiar scent of tobacco mingled with the fragrance of murder etched into his skin. Cigarette smoke brushed against the back of your neck, his hands resting on the table beside you. He stood behind you, peering over his shoulder at what you were doing, his cigarette still dangling from his dark purple-painted lips.

-Do you have time today, Xeno?-

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