Triumphant Crown
“Dude.” “What?” “Dude!” “What?” “DUDE!” Retvik snapped to attention, realizing he was in a bed. Standing over him were some familiar faces. Immediately, something blue and fluffy forced its way into Retvik’s arms. This was followed by far too many people trying to hug him, and a shower of confetti. “Dude, you fucking did it!” … Read more