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Travis and Sebastian were sitting in the car, watching the
house at the end of the street. Travis felt sleepy and dull. It was the third
week alre..
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The phone
rang on the bed table and Cleo slowly shifted underneath her bedsheets. It was
2.48AM, Monday or Thursday, 28th of April, preferably 2004,..
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Emmet was laying on the roof and enjoying his lifeless
afternoon. The weather was nice during the past few days and it was his first
chance to appre..
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Basil had a blank expression on his face, an expression that
only his baby seal slippers were familiar with. It was an indicator that he was
done ..
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Aiden stared into the note that he found on his coffee
table. “Sand Toothpick Bones” it said. He was so tired of her games. He hated
rid..
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Collin was
in no mood for a party. It was one of those weeks or even months that just
wasn’t as good as the others. And especially now, on a c..
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The clock was ticking in the background as Basil turned over
in his bed for the tenth time already. The sheets were warm and even the
backside o..
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The
blinking lights in the small room were beginning to annoy Finn, it was like
Josh trying to solve math problem in class. It was trying, but they ..
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The never
ending, tiring and heated mixture of shouting, bargaining and drumming of the
fast African rhythms came in as a quiet echo into the room t..
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She turned off
the engine and tried to see something outside of the car. But all that Eliza
could see were the silhouettes of trees that were moving..
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