He was intoxicated when
I met him. I could her his
laughter echo off the columns
while he took the occasional
swig of a brown whiskey bottle
aiding him in his stupidity.
I walked over to him and waved
my hands in his face trying to
get his attention. Eventually, his
eyes found mine.
My heart skipped a beat.
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vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]
Teen Fictionnixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.