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Damn, that was weird. What did that chick want from me? I had to keep peering over both shoulders. There was no doubt that I must’ve looked like an escapee… Read more.

“So, is that your real name, Quick?” I had to ask. He had a black mechanic jacket on with the sleeves cut almost all the way off showing his lean… Read more.

Oh my god. That shit is so good. I can barely walk down the drag to the church steps, where most of us drag rats congregate. The church took up… Read more.