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4. DarkThat cannot be right.
Aaron gaped, eyes glued to the computer screen. He hadn't been prepared for the horror he'd face when he logged onto his bank account. Aaron was a very hard person to faze; he always had a reaction, something to say, a new expression to pull, a different pose to drop into, but this what was this? He couldn't remember the last time he'd been struck speechless, but then, could he be blamed? How could he be expected to have a definitive reaction when he was faced with something like this?
Current balance: $-7.53.
That could not be possible. It just couldn't. There could not be a negative balance here. That number could not be blood red. It should be jet black, signifying a proper balance; enough cash for him to get by on. Why was it red?
Never mind why, what about how? How could it be red? How, when he was working two jobs and keeping a close eye on his spending? This should not be possible.
3. LightCarson shivered. It was freezing up here. He sure hoped this was worth it.
The only time being a photographer really sucked was winter. Especially evening in winter, and especially evening in winter eighty-six floors up.
It wasn't as if he'd never taken pictures from here before. He'd done so millions of times, in fact. That was the advantage of living only half an hour or so outside of New York City: it didn't have to be a big ordeal to visit the Empire State Building. Sure, that took some of the special out of it, but it did provide him with a great vantage point for photography.
There were, of course, disadvantages. It was impossible to find the observation decks empty, for instance; everyone else knew how impressive the view from here was, so he always had to share it with other photographers, both professionals like himself, and tourists with their cheap little point-and-shoots. Carson could tolerate it, though. He was patient. He knew how to wait. That didn't
2. LoveWarning: male/male pairing. Don't like; don't read.
There'd always been something strange between Allen and Spencer. Something that took them far too long to place. They called each other friends. If they were honest, though, this wasn't as true as they made it out to be.
They met in their sophomore year of high school. Late summer of '85. The meeting didn't seem all that special, really; just a couple of teenagers forming a friendship, something neither boy found unusual. They found that they shared a lot of common ground: they both sketched all over their schoolwork, they both liked soccer, and they both hated math class. Always sitting together at lunch, poking fun at Alex together, playing on the same soccer team, and other such activities caused them to get pretty close within a few months, and this still didn't seem out of the ordinary.
Spencer could always tell Allen apart from Alex, even though they were identical twins. The differen
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