Stories tagged “spiked”
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A Lovely Greeting
Each tap of my knuckles against the flimsy wooden door sent a sharp pain through my ears and into my head. At last, the door creaked open. I could see my mother’s, now old and wrinkled, face looking me up and down for a moment. She then opened th...
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The greatest decision everr
“It’s spiked. And you don’t look like the type of girl who can handle being drunk… No definitely not. Maybe some water?” Excuse me! What gave this random boy the right to baby me? I grabbed a cup of the punch. I downed it ...