Among the Fake and Deceased
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No one asks to find a dead body after getting drunk and laid at a really hot guy's house on the last day of school. I'd asked for adventure in my life. I'd been exhausted of boredom and reruns of Friends episodes, but this was a whole new realm of adventure. If you could call it that.
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