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Adam was in the library reading a book with he headphones in. Only a few days into the semester and he already felt swamped. Papers being due. Chapters of text books to read. Adam wanted to do the absolute best starting off his freshman year and Luxor University all while keeping a close eye on his sister, Riley. Adam looked up to see a person sitting in front of him talking. He took his ears buds out, “Sorry. Are you talking to me?” @luxorstarters​
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Adam was sitting in the common room on the couch. He was bent over with his arms on his lap and his head hanging between his legs. He felt defeated. Like someone had just take a wrecking ball through his chest. His brother who was more of a father to him was gone. Taken from his world without even an ounce of warning. Robbie was so close to coming home, and now he was coming home in a casket. Adam looked up to see he wasn’t alone. He shook his head, “Oh, uh...I’m sorry.” @luxorstarters​
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nightxspaces ha dicho: "Did you eat all my oreos?"
Adam negĂł de inmediato a la pregunta. No, era obvio que no se habĂa comido esas galletas, las boronas en su camisa podrĂan decir lo contrario, pero estaba asegurado que Ă©l no se habĂa comido las Oreo. LimpiĂł un poco el resto de dichas galletas que seguĂan presentes en las comisuras de sus labios y sonriĂł bastante avergonzado, intentando dar esa imagen de inocente que claramente no era, pero querĂa intentar.—No… yo me comprĂ© mis propias galletas.—MintiĂł.—Las tuyas están por ahĂ, seguro que ya te las acabaste y me quieres echar la culpa a mi, Âżverdad, metiritis?—Estaba divagando, pero si eso ayudaba a salvar su pellejo, lo harĂa.
