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| Betelgeuse |
Christopher's general state of irritation annoyed everyone. The temple was supposed to bring inner piece. Yet, Christopher's constant sarcastic remarks made the community wish they could do something about it.
“The statue. Pathetic. A feeble attempt at being modern.”
The members shrugged.
“That little stupid heart at the so-called feet of the statue. Idiotic.”
The others looked away.
“And the colors. Pink or something.”
It was purple.
So, the others grabbed Christopher and locked him in the catacombs.
He would join the other one they had locked down there five years ago. They'd get along just fine.
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