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i just want to make it clear that i use ‘yall’ cause it’s a gender neutral term, i dont want any of you to think im southern. please don’t think of me like that.

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❝ the purge is really on some bullshit. you tryna tell me all crime is legal and the first thing white folk think of is murder and runnin’ people over with tanks and shit? like, take the time to do the things to do the shit that matters - rob a bank! change all the locks in the white house! destroy all remaining confederate memorials! ❞

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❝ because i’m fun, duh! ❞ gianna said matter-of-factly, despite the smile that was slowly spreading across her face as she continued to wipe down the end of the bar. ❝ oh, come on, bella! you’re gonna tell me that you would give up the opportunity to be the ultimate predator for halloween? way scarier than some silly mask. ❞ the brunette defended, now her hand rested against her hip as it was popped, ❝ or are you going for someone more sexy than scary this holiday season? ❞

❝ if you think the t-rex is the ultimate predator, i’m blocking you, ❞ sage snipped, slipping her phone out of her apron pocket. the girl rolled her eyes.  ❝ gi - costumes that aren’t sexy don’t count. ❞

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“twelve, eighty-five” she answered passing the box with a smile “if your shirt’s long enough you could call it a dress, that’s what I do.” freddi shrugged. 

❝ still not worth it, ❞ sage mumbled, rubbing her temple before thumbing through the pile of change that laid in her palm. after a mess of mental math sage handed her money to the delivery girl.  ❝ twelve eighty-five. thanks for the food, kid. ❞ she said, trying her best to smile through her alcohol-induced migraine.  ❝ here’s your tip. ❞

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“Oh, you don’t?” Cam asked in a fake-shocked voice. “Well, if you will turn your attention to the corner of the table by the wall you will see the name Cameron Marino etched into the table.” A fake smile spread across her features followed by “Now move.”

❝ you carved your whole name into the fucking table? isn’t that a little excessive, any edgy white kid from a 2000′s movie? ❞ pencil still in hand, sage pointed to the chair across from her.  ❝ why not take a seat right there?  ❞

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me holding a girls titties: what’s better than this? just gals being pals

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❝ why do i always see the weird shit when i’m with you? ❞ sage thought aloud, glancing over to her italian friend. she rested on the podium at the front of the restaurant, thumbing through worn-out menus and scanning prices.  sage preferred her pocket change went to halloween items worth spending money on - alcohol, fake blood, birthday presents. ❝ if i ever spent my hard earned money on a costume like that, please kill me. ❞

❝ did anyone else see that or was it just me? ❞ gianna asked, an incredulous look against her lips as she looked out through the windows of the pizzeria and out towards the street,   ❝ i mean, it’s pretty tough to miss someone in a t-rex costume walking down the street, ❞ the brunette said with a chuckle, her coffee resting between her hands before she went to take a sip. it was a relatively show day and she was gonna be off the clock soon, so trying to find anyway to occupy herself sounded like a good idea. ❝ secondo pensiero - keep that in mind for halloween costume ideas. ❞

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sage's beer bottle twirled in her hands. it was that time of year when school and work took their own shifts kicking her ass for sport. as she took a slow sip from her treasured corona, her brown eyes met the blue ones next to her. that grin meant some overconfident white boy would try his luck. ❝ you think your cute little pick up lines are gonna work on me? ❞ she scowled, getting an all-too-familiar scent of a long island iced tea. ❝ a lil heavy on the spirits there, peter pan? ❞

elijah sat at the bar of the pizzeria with his fifth long island planted firmly between his finger tips, he had had a long day at work so it didn’t take him long to get buzzed off of a few strong cocktails and as always he was looking to have some fun with his few hours of spare time. his eyes shot up at the closest person to him. his usual cocky grin spreading across his lips. ‘‘hey my magical watch says you aren’t wearing any underwear….It must be an hour fast.’‘ he muttered in a soft slightly slurred voice as he held back a laugh.

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shuffling to the front door, sage had just barely woken up in time to pick up her delivery. greasy malnati’s pizza, as always, was her perfect hangover remedy. ❝ i think i'd owe a whole lot more than a delivery fee if i went outside with no pants. how much do i owe you? ❞ she asked, wondering whether or not she’d regret blowing so much money on takeout so early in the week.

“You know, you could save the delivery fee and just walk downstairs to pick up your pizza.” freddi raised a brow holding the pie against her hip. “spend it on some garlic knots or something”

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sage was never a huge fan of fish. her tastebuds grew too accustomed to recipes only a haitian middle aged woman would know, or the food from the diner down the block that is about three late-night orders away from naming a pancake platter after her. the girl’s nose turned up at the thought of cod. not enough syrup. not as versatile as the egg or potato. ❝ if only i liked cooked cod, ❞ she said, flashing the chef a look of mock pity. ❝ got any recipes involving booze? or foods of the breakfast variety? ❞

“ah but here’s a better fact. did you know portuguese people have about 1000 ways to cook cod? all different, it’s like you could eat a different meal with cod for almost 3 years. Now that’s quite appealing.”

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sage finally made it up the fourth flight of steps, plastic shopping bag clasped in her hand. cheap spirits clinked with cans of mango nectar - a poor excuse for groceries, but it’ll last her for the next few weeks. she twirled her keys around her right finger, stopping to a halt in the middle of the hallway. she slowly approached the head of red hair that she saw by the door for apartment 401. ❝ okay, so either clifford the big red dog is breaking into my house or i have a new roommate ... ❞ she trailed off, brows knitting together. with a laugh she gave the mysterious stranger a cursory glance up and down. ❝ i'll take my bets on the former. ❞

Kaleb set down his bags, his arms aching as he paused in the hallway of his apartment. Moving sucked and he regretted his decision to decline his mother’s help. She had warned him that it would be a struggle. He didn’t know anyone in the city and he hadn’t even toured his college campus yet. Ah well, he supposed that it was all part of the fun!

He looked up from his luggage to find he appeared to be blocking the path for one of the other tenants. “Oh! Uh, hiya! How’s it goin’?”

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sage glanced up from her textbook momentarily, only to return back to her reading. circling a quote with her pencil, she laughed to herself. ❝ i don’t see your name on it. ❞

“That’s my spot.” Cam frowned at the other person sitting down in their favorite seat. They had come downstairs to get some food before their shift and irritation flooded their system. Was nothing sacred? Cam could have sworn that their name was carved into the table even. She had gotten rather bored on one of her breaks.

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