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     "We're almost there," he said in response.
     "We're meeting your sister."
     "We're hairygay not at the images party," came the response hairygay. Gina hairy could hear cars images going by in the background hairy hunk.
     "Sullivan hairygay's hairy, huh? Gimme ten hunk minutes hairy." Gina frowned hairy as she put the phone down. She hairy was pissed about hairy having to turn gay around and head back hairy the way she'd come, but Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts hairy took hairy an unpleasant turn, but she shook it hairy off and decided she was hairy being paranoid.
     "N-no."
     "But where are we hairy?" Grace hairy whined. She sounded hairy like such a baby, compared to Gina. She had to admire her big sister, but she couldn hairy't hairy summon much courage hairy herself hairy.
     "How do you hairy think hairygay, asshole?" Gina spat. Grace brightened at her sister gay's brass.
     "You're going to have lots of fun in the hairy clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You better let us images go. Now."
     "Don't you have like, a girlfriend hairygay?" Grace asked. "Is this the only hairy way you get any action?" she continued, with the hairy hunk raw impoliteness only a hairygay teenager could muster. An unfamiliar wave of hot confusion rippled through hairy her as the new substance hairygay traversed her bloodstream hairy.
     The lights whizzed around her, so she hairygay tried to keep her eyes on hairy her knees, which peeked out from under her gay big hairy nightshirt. The drug moved like hot hairy molasses through her bloodstream, making Gina lose hairygay her tenuous grip on her fear, but she hairy knew hairy she wouldn't slip completely out of control if she didn't hairy hunk look at the hairy hunk lights hairy.
     
     Moaning, she removed hairygay herself from the sharp branches hairy and found hairygay grass under her feet. A perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby, on her feet, hunched over gay and clutching her side. Though Gina hurt all over hairy and she was hairy bleeding a little, standing still was unbearable, so she launched herself forward, catching Grace on her way out of the yard. The two of them sprinted off, into the middle of the street.
     
     "Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat.
     "Gina." He was hunk at her side in two quick hairy strides. Gina hairy and her little sister were doubled hairy hunk over, gasping for air. It looked like hairy they had run here from the neighboring hairygay county hunk. They were both hairy sweaty and looked like hell hairy. Gina was hairy wearing her Hello Kitty nightshirt hairy -stained with grass and blood - and those ridiculous flip-flops. Grace hairy looked even worse; her skimpy raver hairy hunk girl hairygay outfit was equally hairy stained and hunk her hairy face was smudged with makeup. One of hairy hunk her pigtails was mostly unraveled. "Baby, what happened?" he asked his tiny beloved hairy, putting hairy a soothing palm onto each girl's back.
     The police hairygay were surprisingly hairygay fast. Mom showed up soon after, predictably hysterical. After awhile, Gina sent hairy Grace home with hairygay Mom, then talked to the cops a hairy bit longer. Before long everyone was gone, and she took images a shower and hairy changed into hairygay some things she kept in hairy hunk Seth's closet. Seth hairy hunk had pulled her into his lap and pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He hairy hunk held hairy her hairy silently for awhile, and she didn't cry hairy. Just clung to him and hunk sipped hairy slowly. Then she asked him to take her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he could take a friend and do it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The images quicker images she got her life as close as possible to the way it was before last night, the better.
     "Empty? No furniture hairy? No nothing? Really? And hairy the owner? They hairy don't know? Well, you hairygay know how hairy they hairy are with records hairy downtown."
     Gina turned the paper over in her hands and unfolded it hairy. There was one sentence on it, printed in Arial. She hairy covered her mouth and shuddered hairy.
     "Depends on what hairy the cops say."
     "Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.
     "You bet."