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Leftovers
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Ongoing, First published Mar 30, 2014
Mature
Lewis Vickers sees himself as unwanted by most people. So much so that he sees discarded food as a good metaphor for his life. His friends are all chick-magnets but not him. He doesn't have a car, but he has a well in-cased virginity. Thinking he is at the bottom of the social ranks he lives in a world of anxiety and figures he'll stay there. Until soon Winter comes and its hotter than ever...
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