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Lost and Found Answering the phone to hear Greg’s solemn voice on the other end was not something I had expected. Then again, the entire conversation was not something I expected. I don’t know what I expected. It was in his tone though, like the tone of a news anchor covering a story and all of a sudden they are hit with terrible news. I knew it was bad, it had to be, what other reason would Greg have for contacting me after four years? Especially the way it had ended; Greg taking advantage of a fourteen-year-old me, and Mark rushing in to save the day, my own knight on a shiny blue skateboard.Lost and Found by ~motleyrhythm
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Ecstasy by ~motleyrhythm
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Those loving arms that clutch my heart are nothing more than a phantom work of art.