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Sleek silver loops connected, hanging from the baggy black pants, with the bright red seams. Silver spikes shining off the pocket edges, like a threat..
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Beep.Beep. Smack. Beep. Beep. She rolls out of bed slowly, after a mere five hours and fifteen minutes of sleep.
“Kill me” she mutters, ..
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Darcy, Darcy” Toby whispers softly into her hair, “D, babe, its nine-thirty, I’ve got to close.” He says, stroking her hair...
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Beep. Beep.Beep. Beep. Slowly the young girl stumbles away from the bed in her mother’s room, and to her own. Smack. Shutting off the alarm, she..
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“Mom?”She whispers around the corners, an apparent happiness in her voice that hasn’t been there for the three years. “Mom, I&..
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