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Little:Plastic Beams Pt. 2 Back at the start. Back to the beginning of it all. Johnny was sure it was hopeless, but then why would she ask him to come? He was standing in front of the mirror, doing his tie, undoing his tie, changing sweaters, rebuttoning shirts, fidgeting with his hair and carefully shaving his face. He wanted to look perfect, he had to look perfect. Normally, he wouldn’t care so much, but he knew for a fact that Agnes only liked well groomed boys, carefully put together like a jigsaw puzzle. After a half hour of staring at himself, Johnny was reasonably satisfied with the outcome. As good as he lookLittle:Plastic Beams Pt. 2
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Katie Through the Cracks Pt. 2 Katie hopped out of the car even before its headlights had been extinguished. Johnny too seemed eager to join the crowd inside; this pleased Katie; she loved it when her boyfriend was happy and excited. It was the only thing she ever wanted for him. The grand oak door opened to a symphony of sounds and colors. The chatter of the guests caressed Kate’s ear and warmed her heart; she was so happy to be here tonight with her Johnny. He on the other hand found the noise and people to be annoying and impractical; they were the only things separating him from Madeleine. Then again, the faces wouldKatie Through the Cracks Pt. 2
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Katie Through the Cracks Pt. 1Kate stepped out of the shower and began to dry her hair. She then sat at her vanity table and began to fix this jumble of tangles on her head. After constructing her hair, Kate moved on to her face; carefully applying masquera here and eye liner there. Minutes passed and Kate’s table grew more and more littered with unused shades of lipstick, empty boxes of blush and old hairbrushes. Finally, Kate was satisfied with her face.Katie Through the Cracks Pt. 1
She got up from her table and made her way to her closet. Now, the Herculean feat of finding something to wear lay in front of Kate. Her closet doors opened to a vault of skirts, blouses, jackets
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Pavement and the Screen Part 2 After buying tickets, everyone made way into the theater. Johnny placed himself at one end of the ends of the group, put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet as he walked. Anyone would have believed he was deep in thought, but he was actually concentrating with all his might on whatever it was that Roberta was saying to Sally. Her voice was blocked by those between her and Johnny, but still every once in a while he would pick-up on some random words and form sentences of his own. But judging by his hopeless outlooks on his situation with Roberta, these creations did nothing to hePavement and the Screen Part 2
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