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conspiracy
Boju interrupted the lesson to make sure his feelings were not hurt. Have you ever had your feelings hurt? Look at me boy, tell me your truth. Keep my hands from you. Fuck this is bad.
leathery
Paint strips had been peeling off the walls for months. I wasn't going to do anything about it. That was Jack's job. I did the business, he kept it clean.
concept
Nicolas never told his mother what he'd done, nor his father, nor his 20-something brother. He only told me. He said they wouldn't "get the concept, man." So there I was, staring at the body, wondering if I had to keep my mouth shut as well.
rally
The dirt would spin, and spin, and keep spinning, but we weren't going anywhere. It was like the tires just gave up on us, although they never really worked with us to begin with. I remember the look on Kelly's face when you gunned it, right into the mud. Her mouth agape, she looked right at me and said, "Brennan, we're fucked."
stem
Five men, six plans for the device. No one had any exact certainty what was about to happen, but that was irrelevant at the moment. The job would be done, one way or another. This was their night. Nothing could go wrong. Except the police. That went wrong a lot.
darkroom
The billboard perched on the hill was brand new, just like a christmas present, addressed to whoever wanted to look. James wasn't sure if he liked this new corporate takeover of his town. People were starting to care what they actually looked like, who they were, and who they wanted to be friends with. Who knew a stupid little mall could change things like that?
jelly
Purple was stained everywhere, all over the room and all over the floor. The knife was hidden somewhere in the mix of all this purple. The mess was inconceivable. And all this, caused by someone under 2 years old. Oh Billy, so young, so chaotic.
print
It's difficult to explain the noise the printer made as the photograph came out of it, something like a clicking and a whirring. But that really wasn't the sense this moment was designed for. No, what was startling was the image on the white paper. Gore, red splashed everywhere, and a single word: "Remember?"
rocket
The bright fireworks on the front of the stage illuminated his face, and the noise emitting from the speaker stack limited his hearing. But he wouldn't have given this moment for anything. He stepped into the light to show his face to the world, and the grin would never be erased.
ragged
The stone wasn't too particular, it looked just like the rest. But this one, this is the one I used to release all my tension, and why I'm sitting in the cell I am now. It looked a lot like the others, but this stone, this stone cost him his life, and cost me mine. Don't go around with a ragged rock.
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