Broke an' Homeless
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 17m
Ongoing, First published Feb 16, 2014
Sometimes believing isn’t enough. Sometimes, you need to take matters into your own hands to get what you want. 

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Imagine walking to your room after a party that got cut short and your best friend claps you unexpectedly over the ears. You're half discombobulated, but you manage to note the two staff members standing at the door to the room you share with said best friend. One of them has a box in their hands. It's not your friend's box, and it certainly isn't yours. 

So who does this mysterious box belong to? 

After missing a few moments of the event you burst in just in time to find that your friend is about to get kicked out. What would you do?

I know what I did. I took the blame. 

Which brings me to my next point. That's the thing about blame. It's two sides to the same coin. On one hand you've just saved a friend's ass while on the other hand you've gotten yourself into shitload of, well, shit. 

How would that make YOU feel? Right now, my coin has neither side facing up. But that's just me. 

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Hey, Reader!

I'm not too sure about how this sounds, but I felt it needed more than just those two lines. I don't know. 

But let me know what you think? Drop a comment if you think I need, well, anything really.
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