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been hanging with the unloved kids
SAM N. TEEL
who you never really liked or trusted
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The taste of cigarette smoke haunted Sam's taste buds as she spat out her burned cigarette. When she had been gone hunting for her dear friend, she had taken up an addiction to the smoke tobacco, so she carried a box with her as she waited. Like they would have missed her. Her only friend had been Mark Fischback, and he was gone, taken and possibly killed by the humans.
Fresh tears threatened to spill from her honey-colored eyes, but she blinked them away, resuming her tough-guy act. She could not let the *ers see her cry.
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