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Just Another Day in ParadiseJake Dire awoke that morning to Stevie Nick’s “Edge of Seventeen.” It was his brother’s CD, one of the hundreds of items Jake had claimed three seconds after Alex moved away from home. The song had been queued up by Jake the night before, as a half-joke in celebration of his 17th birthday. It was only half a joke because the reason Jake was using an alarm clock in the middle of his summer vacation was because he had an 8 a.m. shift at the Blue Oak Bar and Grill that morning.Just Another Day in Paradise
Evelyn Dire, Jake’s mom, had finally relented that summer and allowed her baby boy to join Stent’s Cut-off workforce, but she’d refused to help him fin
by ~wi1dfire
The Slaying of Lydia Syanto“The Slaying of Lydia Syanto”The Slaying of Lydia Syanto
Lydia Syanto sat sipping coffee in one of those hideously trendy shops that threatened to dominate all urban areas. It had taken me nearly a week to track Syanto —remarkably little time really, even with a name. It’s hard to tell the freaks from the humans, but once we identified someone as one of them (once we get a target, in other words), we eliminate it. Syanto would not see another dark sky, if I had my way.
My team was dressed in plain clothes for this operation—well, as plain as we could get. Wearing a long coat is fine for undercover cops in New York, but i
by ~wi1dfire
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- Current Residence: Southern California
- Interests: Writing, berating spoiled children
- Favourite movie: Sin City
- Favourite genre of music: Trance
- Favourite artist: Henri Matisse
- Favourite poet or writer: Alice Hoffman; Specifically, Green Angel
- AIM: burnt ambrosia
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Chuck Norris' dick is so big, it has it's own dick, and even Chuck Norris' dick's dick is bigger than your dick.
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Upload the purse story thingy or I'll burn down your apartment (at a time when James isn't there, so it will do you absolutely no good).
And I'd just kill james and toss his carcass onto to the still smoldering rubble. He's asthmatic. One good whiff of smoke, and he'd be gone in a flash.
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