Sep 18, 2017
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« ⌘ |[ “Sue me for being a dick to an anxious man, but hello, hello, hello, is it good to see you, Dr. Reid,” Foyet says with a horrible smirk, leaning against the wall of the train station. He’d recognized that mop of fluffy hair as soon as he’d glanced at it, and his eyes are still lit up like a Christmas tree at the thought of causing some suffering to someone familiar.