Stacia Kane

IF her life had taught her anything, it was that you never really knew what people had going on beneath the surface. People were shit. The only difference between them and animals was people felt the need to hide it.

Funny how addiction was socially acceptable__ven a status symbol__hen it made people extroverts rather than introverts

But then, anyone was capable of any manner of atrocities if they wanted something bad enough. People could justify anything to themselves if they wanted it bad enough. No one was immune to that.

Well, clearly someone you trust isn__ really someone you should be trusting,_ she said without thinking, and regretted it when Terrible glanced at her. He did it fast, just a quick cut of his eyes in her direction and then away again, but she saw it. She felt it. It was starting already. She wished she could say she was surprised, wished she hadn__ been waiting for it, expecting it the way she expected rain from black clouds overhead. Nothing in the world was permanent, especially not happiness. She__ always known that. She just wished life would stop proving her right.

Fiction may be about lying _ on the surface, anyway _ but fiction is about hiding the truth behind those lies. It's about using those lies to say something true and real. It's about showing the reader something. It's about making them

Changed my thought. Let__ us go. Back my place, aye?_ He was smiling, that smile she__ always loved, while his hands distracted her and his body warmed her through her clothes. Summer drew closer every day, and the temperatures reflected that, but it seemed like she was always cold when he wasn__ around. ____on.

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That was the problem with love, though, wasn't it. It couldn't be helped, couldn't be controlled. It just roared in and took whatever it wanted, destroyed whatever it wanted; the most dangerous addiction of all, because nobody survived it intact. But an addiction that was impossible to let go.

I__ not into danger, either._ __w, Chess. You so into it you ain__ climb out with a rope. Why else you do your job, live down here, buy from Bump?_ __t__ just__ mean__ just do, is all._ Her cheeks burned. She shouldn__ have let him come in here. She should have just sent him home and let him wash his stupid shirt himself. __o shame in it. Some of us needs an edge on things make us feel right, else we ain__ like feeling at all, aye?

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