My eyes remained affixed to the screen as the sixth episode of Veronica Mars came on.
I felt for the bag of chips on my lap and brought some to my mouth, savouring the salty flavour. Mmm, onion and chives. A few crumbs fell and landed on my bare chest to join their brethren from hours ago. One found itself landing on my arm, and I licked it off, a trail of saliva glistening on my scrawny bicep. That was the closest I was going to get to a shower this week.
Boy, that Logan Echolls sure is a cool guy.
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Teen Fiction"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" This is the story of one man's internal struggle with his identity. Plagued with the desire to emulate his idol, a rebellious youngster with a love of inspirational messages, h...
