The wind pulls everything, her hair, her shirt, the necklace her brother gave her for her eighteenth birthday, and any doubt, a few inches behind her.
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Eventually Clark sat down. Silently facing me, slouched there in a daze, he never once changed the channel. He wasn't even really watching. He just sat and stared as the pride of lions feasted.
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Back then we could still find enough kids who hadn't yet plastered their stupid mugs on an OK Cupid account, or Chat Roulette, to build a decent team.
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$1.75 and a piece of Bubblicious. Grape. That's how much I paid for my first soul.
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