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Story in the future

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Many stories about Bias began with he was smoking that or sleeping. Walking outside his friends were waiting. Bias had wild hair his favourite band shirt and a smile tthat told many stories he couldnt remember.

It was his birthday no longer in his twenties, they celebrated with him by smoking and taking turns taking large gulps of orange juice and vodka. Bias knew not to stand too close to Keven, because when Keven would start to gwt kicking us and running off into places we had to pull him out of.

Bias found houseing at the the free suits he had collected got carried by the one man Bias didnt mind being called son.

He had one week when all his friends downtown started to part ways. In Bias's closest were suits and empty bottles he didnt remember drinking from.

A carton of players from 1994 with the calenderr on the back. They might of been collectable but they felt better than money to smoke.


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