He ejected “The Wolverine” out of the Blu-ray player and hurled it across the room. After sitting in angry silence for several minutes, he got off of the couch and retrieved it, holding the disc to the light to make sure he hadn’t scratched it. “I know that I shouldn’t watch this any more; it just makes me feel bad,” Freddy said to himself, looking over at his shoddy, makeshift razor glove lying on the coffee table. His gaze wandered through the window to the other lights on Elm Street. “I know I shouldn’t watch it,” he said again, “but, God help me, I just can’t turn my eyes away.”
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 11:27:26 +0000
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