"My mother said not to talk to strangers." He said when he saw her standing above him. Her shirt was dark blue and her eyes could see everywhere at once. Despite the cold and his torn jeans, he got to his feet and followed her.
There was a bright smear and screams. Music and inverted colors shone in his face. Fingers hooked into his belt loops and spilled, staining beer. His heart thunked to a slow stop, his mouth frozen in a line. "What your mother doesn't know won't hurt her."















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I'm usually polite and well spoken, but when I'm either angry or excited, that's when you can tell I'm from Glasgow.
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I'm usually polite and well spoken, but when I'm either angry or excited, that's when you can tell I'm from Glasgow.
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i'm bad at humor
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I'm usually polite and well spoken, but when I'm either angry or excited, that's when you can tell I'm from Glasgow.
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I'm usually polite and well spoken, but when I'm either angry or excited, that's when you can tell I'm from Glasgow.
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