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[Lucy dragged herself away, her legs crushed from her waist down. Tears streaming down her cheeks and her teeth grinding in pain and anger. She was working on healing up, but she had to move too. She had to get away. A femur snapped back into place and she let out a cry.]

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Joe looked at the man standing there, confusion written on his face. There was no recollection of the kid who kept saying his name was Barry. Shaking his head, Joe held up his hand to keep the distance between them. “I don’t know who you are and I’d appreciate if you’d leave me alone.”

Michelangelo lets out a fanboy scream.

Sam isn’t good with time keeping, especially with the modelling business. He can work from any time and finish at any time, it’s in his contract. He never knows when he’s going to go home, and this one unfortunate night, he was stuck there until eleven, and by the time he got home and had a shower, had something to eat -- he realised that he was running out of food, which meant he needed to go shopping.

Lucky for him, there was a 24/7 shop just down the road, so he took himself there with tired eyes, hair dishevelled and pointing in every single direction, baggy pants that were practically falling down his legs.