Finished Folds (381—386)

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  ID. "Stephan Perrson." That was her father's name. He had been missing for years, and here he was, right before her eyes, dying. She felt cold dread seep into her system.

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  Lin took a long drag of her cigarette and offered one to Chevy. He shook his head, fingers tracing scars on his arm where K & Jitter burnt him from a failed job two weeks prior.

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  He could best be identified by his ratty green windbreaker, and was known roundabouts as 'Owen,' milling about on foggy nights, pilfering carts from the local stores diligently.

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  After all, you know how it goes: "Liar, liar..." Sandra gathered her belongings in a duffelbag and waited by the door - gun cocked, body statuesque.

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  that asshole, Sherry, who always brought me trouble. Like that time we repurposed the abandoned house for a modern-day Ghostbusters escapade. Arrested toute de suite. Criminal?

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  my attempts at downing the salt-rim margarita were met with lazily questioning glances from the buzzed patrons. Blondie's Chow Chow didn't seem to mind though, and sidled up to me.

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