Late for dinner

“102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees.” Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more time, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his first[…]

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Raining pleasure

No one wanted to do a thing that day. Everywhere you could’ve looked, students were indoors. It was raining hard that Saturday, a literal downpour with no break in it in sight said the forecasts.[…]

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