Worried About RayHe’s never been this quiet before. He never really talks, but this time it’s different. Raymond is sitting on my bed, staring into nothingness, not saying a word. Silence is frustrating. “Hey mate, you alright?” The response comes as another soundwave carrying nothing. Nothing but the stillness and solitary sounds of the unknown nothing. I let out a sigh and start to pace around my room. Ray cocks his head to the left and a smirk forms on his face, followed by a small chuckle. I sigh again, and run my hand through my hair. Raymond was always seen as a weird kid. Never really interested in anything oWorried About Ray
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"are we talking about real sausages now?"
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