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Sheila Zayton's heart pounded, off-beat from the soul shaking pouding of the music. Too many bodies pressed around her, and she felt the masses shoving her around. Where was Dia? She'd promised to meet Sheila by the front doors of the bar, but Sheila had been waiting by the doors for at least half an hour, and no sign of her best friend. And Sheila was getting nervous. After her boyfriend of seven years had broken up with her, after she choose to abort their accidental baby, she had closed herself off. She...
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Jake walked down an empty Saint Paul street, his heavy backpack weighing him down. For an already small unathletic kid, the twenty or so pounds was not easy for him, but he was on a mission. He had waited too long for this day to turn around now. As he turned down main street, he took a small break on a bench and set down his pack. He had only slept for 4 hours, since he had woken up half an hour ago to leave for the library. He continued walking down Main Street until he reached the front door of the library, he had been coming here since b...
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Edgar awoke when the first rays of dawn light poured in the entrance of his den. He stretched his back and slowly climbed out of his den into the bright beautiful day. He was ravenous, he had not been able to hunt for the past two days because of the rain. Although he did not enjoy the cold wet feeling of his fur soaked in water, it was not the rain he feared as much as the flashes of light followed by the loud bangs that came from the sky. His mother had told him when he was very young that it was the sound of his ancestors hunting for thei...
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