Pricked
“I ain’t scared!” Ronald insisted, wondering if he really did look pale. “I’m ready f'r this!” He hoped he sounded confident. He didn’t need Eric making fun of him.
“Yeah, yeah.” Eric waved a lazy hand, heading toward the front entrance. “Le’s ge’ goin’, then.” He pulled free a carton of cigarettes as they stepped outside, pulling out one by the filter.
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Ronald seated himself in a nearby chair, feeling antsy again. “Ah… ’s awright.” he mumbled, staring around. He hoped he...
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Eric slipped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The lobby was empty so he went straight for a book of example...