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Goose Turning back around and saying f**k it crossed my mind a thousand times in the short ride over to Emilia and Lyssa's place. I would much rather be back in bed, balls deep in Lyssa, making her make all the sounds I have decided are my favorite sounds to hear over the last month, than answering my dad's call to come over to the house. He didn't even tell me why, only to get my ass over there in twenty minutes, thirty minutes ago. A call I apparently wasn't the only one who got. As I pulled my bike into the driveway, I lined it up with the other half dozen bikes already there. Among them were my dad's, D's, Gears', Finch's, Stone's, and Rooster's bikes. Walking up the path to the porch, the smell of gasoline grew stronger. Just as I made it to the steps that led up to Emilia's part o
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