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  • Gronklesmith

    Gronklesmith

    Spencer Reardon “Ka-thud!”  A bump woke Sami up from their nap. They had dozed off while riding in the passenger seat of Alex’s crappy, grey Honda Accord. It was starting to get dark out, which made sense because they left around 4 P.M. Sami turned to Alex, who was driving the car. He was wearing…

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