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'Why a car that kills people? I mean that has to be one of the most childish things he could pick for his stories, like that demon clown, though that one was actually scary,' Adrain thought in his head as he took a seat on one of the lounge chairs that were scattered around the library. He had just commented on a book he had read many times over, Stephen King's Christina. Sure Stephen King had picked worse things to write about, like Pet Cemetary. Sometimes Adrian wondered what was going through that man's twisted twisted head when he wrote such odd or gruesome things, and why after looking at all his past works, which he loved but somehow not always fitting in the horror genre nor any genre for that matter, and be paid for a book that might never be written.
"Why does Stephen King interest me so?" He asked himself as he closed Christina and got back up to put it in it's place among the thousands and thousands of books that have been read more than once by the person who's always stuck in there, the supposed to be younger twin, Adrian.
Adrian didn't really want to dress up today, nor did he really want to live through it, like he kept telling himself yesterday, that he would just have to live with it, like everything else. He wore a gray-ish blue vest over a simple white button down shirt, and dark gray slacks and just some old dress shoes, at least it wasn't his "and Your cry baby whineyass opinion would be?…" T-Shirt he wore sometimes.
He, oddly enough, was in a somewhat good mood today. He would think that he'd be in a bad mood and insult his sister when she'd threaten him, but when she called he was startled and fell backwards into one of the shelves hard enough that it ultimately fell down, and started a domino effect and toppled one after another down, making one hell of a racket and mess.
Adrian was able to dislodge himself from the first shelf and nearly colasped just looking at the wreckage. He hung his head mumbled something before sayint clearly "That, just ruined my day," he sighed and guessed he should go see what his twin sister was doing, just to get his mind off of what just happened.
He walked to the main entrance where his sister yelled from in her British accent, that she somehow acquired. He looked like a wreck, from a nice proper gentleman for the day to a wreck who just wants this cruel world to end and have his nappy medication now. "There, goes the library," he said as he finally returned to her side, where he always stood, never in front of her. He just slumped over and quietly went insane.
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