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Life is never easy in the eyes of a teenager; it's always a living hell
between school and home. That's how it was for Emi Mabel, a young girl
try..
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Voices filled the air, crowds of people
shouting as they tried to be heard over one another. People were pressed
against each other, squirming and..
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A security guard glanced down at his
watch before shifting slightly, not moving from his position in front of
the screaming crowd. It was only ten..
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Charlie stared at Emi as she stood before
him, putting his cigarette in his pocket; maybe he could finish it when
he took another break. He stood ..
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"What do you mean? What did they do this
time?" Emi asked, her forehead creased in confusion. She listened as her
friend rambled on the other end ..
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The air was thick and humid as bodies packed together in a small room. The windows were open to allow the fresh, cool air of the evening in, but it di..
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Time seemed to pass by slowly to the girl as she stayed in the corner, slower than it had been all evening. Her gaze had never left the man at the bar..
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She held her breath, silently praying to whoever was listening that everything worked out smoothly. When she had said Bill's name, he had frozen, but ..
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Bill picked up his glass again, looking down at the counter before him. Samantha waited quietly, but after a minute, she sighed. He hadn't said a word..
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