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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 9, 2006 19:18:56 GMT -5
He comes back to his house...he always felt like a champ when he talked his way out of things... He laughed at house most people said he should be a lawyer..but he and his father had biggerplans. After the events of today..he ransacked the house. He got rid of any evidence...well more like hid it..nothing out of the way...but very obscure...took a drive. He sighed and sat on his couch..thier revange would be his...and everything in his life would know piece..if he had to kill then he would again..he looked over his fathers gun and put it away..besides what was life anyway to him...vacant now.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 11, 2006 12:50:45 GMT -5
He got up and went to the fridge. Shit..i'm starving! "Hmm what do we have..." He bit his lip as he looked around..he poked through left overs..mostly take out. His father and dean did'nt know the first thing about cooking. Ok..mustard..beer..old burger... He goes up to the freezer and sees a bag in the back..full of ice..he shrugs and opens it..he face contorts. "UGH GROSS DAD...WHAT THE HELL!" In the ice filled bag...there was a finger..whose it was was beyond him..he put it back..suddenly he wasn't hungry..he move upstairs to one of his bedrooms...it looked exactly like the old one he used to have in hollywood.
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