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(NAME) Lindsey
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Hello, my name is Lindsey and I am a fugitive. No, I am not an avid drug
pusher
(although sometimes I wish I was on drugs.)No, I haven't killed any one...
yet.
Every day I live in fear... wondering whether some pimply teenager witness
will
turn me in. This is where my story begins...
It started when we had absolutely nothing to do on a Saturday night. Of
course there was plenty to do... but most of us are just too lazy to get off our
asses. Finally we decided to "Gasp!!!" spend yet another Saturday lounging
around at yet another coffee shop, commenting on the sexy guy behind the
counter
and my mismatched argyle socks. "Not Bad... Not Bad at all," I thought. So
after digging my way through the layers of smoke, I purchased my
mocha-latte and
a pack of smokes and made my way to a bench outside.
We sat there all night, sipping our coffee, trying to ignore the hatefull
looks from the cashier, until I needed to take a bathroom break with about
three
of my friends. So we ambled inside, Stumbling from our "coffee" before our
coffee and asked for the bathroom key. She scowled at us and Screamed,
"Not
even! You can't just come in here to use the bathroom! You neede to get
some
coffee too." I looked back at my half empty mug on the table and realized
that
she was either PMSing or a complete bitch. She was a bitch.
So we went outside and sat there and then spur of the moment I decided to
steal
the white plastic ashtray on the table. And I did. And I'm not sorry. The
coffee sucked anyway.
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