At the house, Christian was awake, watching TV in the living room. I didn’t see Colin but assumed he was in his room at his computer. Ziggy shook the box of hair dye in Christian’s direction. “How about you, Chris? Want some?” “No thanks, I’m trying to cut down,” Chris said, pausing the VCR.
Another shiver ran through my shoulders, and I wondered if I should put my jacket back on. I wondered if I should just sit here and see what attention I might snare, or if I should be out hunting more aggressively. I had stumbled my way through the bar ritual before in Providence. The last [...]
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