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G R A D UAT I O N DAY
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ig b rothers suck, Stella thought as she pouted, scowled,
and crossed her arms all throughout the ceremony.
Not even the California sun and the scent of fresh-cut
grass made a difference to her current mood. She should
have been ecstatic that Camron James Patterson, spawn of
Satan sent to make her life a living hell, was graduating high
school that day. Instead the seat reserved for her boyfriend
of officially one week remained empty. The guy was a total
no-show.
Stella had been extra careful too. She made sure Darryl
liked her enough before introducing him to her mom. They had
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ill stared at the panel for his online comic until his
vision blurred. The dorm room he lived in smelled
of old sweaty socks, distracting him. No. That
wasn’t the whole truth. He just c ouldn’t capture the image in
his head, and it was frustrating the shit out of him. His summer
hiatus was over. It was time for a new chapter. And, yet, nada.
Zilch. His brain was empty.
Two hundred e-mails in his in-box impatiently asked for
the next installment of The Adventures of Morla the Witch
Hunter. And that was just in the last twenty-four hours. More
came in daily. He was dropping the ball. Big-time.
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