Finished Folds (1—5)
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6The only thing that could of improved their evening was if the raging drone of his mother, sitting across the living room, mumbling as she clutched her brandy, would go far away.
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3from the hands of all nefarious youth who had yet to be molded into the choice between art school (even the name chilled her) and medical school. She smilied. Her dad would be
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4taken over her mind. Still, she looked down at the meat with a sense of vague worry. She was supposed to do...something. All those shots last night were beginning to take their
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2The ginger boy caught the other's eye the moment he took a seat behind the faded plastic of the bowling alley's concession stand. He ordered twelve plates of nachos...but no drink.
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3It was not meant as a snub to me, perhaps I could take it that way, but I knew the limits of my own body well enough. Instead, I was to be the bait. Naturally, I needed sex appeal.