The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
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"The boy was about ten, old enough to enjoy being scared, I thought. He kept bouncing around and asking what kind of mutant I was, whether I could blow things up or fly or shit like that. So, I showed him my claws. He left before I could even give him a piece of candy."
HAHAHA!!!! Aw, poor Logan. A very sweet Hallowe'en story. :)