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While the crowd thought about whether or not the thunderstorm would arrive sooner rather than later, and whether to fireworks would be canceled. I tuned out the calls for help. It all became a silent hum. It was almost that time of night. My eyes went to Mary. I looked at her tight, ripped cutoffs, and wondered the way that she would taste and smell if we could somehow get alone.

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The Weekenders Magazine: Issue 1  
The Weekenders Magazine: Issue 1  

The first issue of The Weekenders Magazine, underground lit mag.

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