Hobo Eren Novels & Stories

“He’s a ten but… he kisses his BMW goodnight every night.” Terri chuckled and gestured toward a tall, gangly guy with oversized glasses. “He’s a ten but… he says, ‘That’s all folks!’ after every joke he tells.” We both doubled over in laughter. I pointed at a shorter guy in a bright, colorful sweatshirt. “He’s a ten but… he writes erotic Dora the Explorer fan fiction.” Terri nearly choked on her drink. When she looked up she said, “He’s a ten but… he’s not potty-trained,” motioning toward a guy in JNCO jeans.

Suddenly she was interrupted when she heard another voice spoke behind her. "Your daughter is right, Clare. The L.A headquarter was attacked." Everyone looked at the owner of the voice but all they could see was a man who was covered in white robes and had a hood in his head. Clare widened his eyes when she recognised the man and gave Jones a silent, knowing stare. Jones stared back at him and nod. Clare coughed to get the attention of everyone and she succeeded.

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