You quoted Oscar Wilde. I smiled. Hayden laughed. Yeah, that was, like, the height of geekdom. No. It was kind of cool.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
A smell of burned hair and cotton wafted into the air as I spun toward my desk. There was a low whine from the desk and then smoke billowed out of my closed laptop.I gaped. My precious, perfectly brand new laptop I cherished like one would a small child. Son of a motherFriend or not, it was so on
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.. Soft light ate away at the darkness and revealed a rather large room outfitted with a small kitchen, an antique-looking couch, and a a bed. Nervously, I turned away and folded my arms. The place reminded me more of a love-nest than anything else. Then again, the stockpile of rifles hanging on the wall kind of ruined the cozy feel.
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