•Episode 1•
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After that we went out and bought a keg, some red cups and started setting everything up in the boneyard.
"Tally-ho."
"Hey-up."
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"Oh, hell no." Pope said when John b offered him a drink
"It's good! When will you let loose?" I ask him
"When I'm stabil." I rolled my eyes at that
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𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘣 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
You can't understand the Outer Banks
without understanding the boneyard.
It's kinda like a three-layer burrito.
"Yo, what's up, homie?"
"-What's up, man?"
"-What's goin' on?"
There's us and our friends,
the working-class derelicts from the cut.
"Yeah."
"-Hey, hey."
"-Hey."
Then, there are the Kooks,
the rich second-homers.
They're mostly from poncey-ass
boarding schools,
just rich trustafarian posers.
Our natural enemies.
And then, there are the Tourons.
"Want a beer?"
Totally clueless. Here for a week
on vacation with their families.
"Thanks."
"Hey, you, uh... you want a beer?"
Chum for the sharks.
♪ The words came out one after another ♪
"Oh, my God!"
"We are family!"
"If you treat me."
"-Oh, really?"
"-Yeah."
"Virgos are, like, so organized."
"Like, all my friends that are Virgos
are like..."
"It's kinda weird when on TV, we see people die, and they just kinda sit there,
but in actuality, they would be shitting and farting up a storm."
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Fanfiction"You're mental!" He yelled at her rubbing his neck and jaw trying to subdue the pain "Thank you." She said flipping him off as she walked back over to her friends ~~~~~~~ i suck at descriptions there is a prologue you can read....it's not any better.
