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You couldn't count the number of buses Behvos and Felipe had thrown each other under. When they played their alliances into war, either one would emerge from the wreckage.
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You couldn't count the number of buses Behvos and Felipe had thrown each other under. When they played their alliances into war, either one would emerge from the wreckage.
Danival remembered a time where Xiao Lin had pretended a canister of mints in his pocket was a weapon. "We got a problem?" Xiao Lin had said and held his hand over his butt pocket.
Danival remembered a time where Xiao Lin had pretended a canister of mints in his pocket was a weapon. "We got a problem?" Xiao Lin had said and held his hand over his butt pocket.
Danival had always imagined Carlos Wen as one of those smooth nerds who wore suit jackets and bracelets. Found a way to skim some extra dollars from a job that didn’t pay him enough. Now, Danival pictured Carlos as a guy who never wore a shirt because his body
Danival had always imagined Carlos Wen as one of those smooth nerds who wore suit jackets and bracelets. Found a way to skim some extra dollars from a job that didn’t pay him enough. Now, Danival pictured Carlos as a guy who never wore a shirt because his body
He swallowed a soupy ball of saliva. He decided on "sympathetic energy" because that sounded like something he had heard on a news article about winning arguments. "I need some help with getting around customer service." What was "sympathetic energy" anyway?
He swallowed a soupy ball of saliva. He decided on "sympathetic energy" because that sounded like something he had heard on a news article about winning arguments. "I need some help with getting around customer service." What was "sympathetic energy" anyway?
“Nice to see you again. Ha. Ha.” The sound didn’t come from Xuan Ji’s face, but the distorted speakers embedded in the stand itself. ... His head was pounding. Every time he pressed one area of his skull or neck, the pain moved like noodles slipping off a spoon.
“Nice to see you again. Ha. Ha.” The sound didn’t come from Xuan Ji’s face, but the distorted speakers embedded in the stand itself. ... His head was pounding. Every time he pressed one area of his skull or neck, the pain moved like noodles slipping off a spoon.
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