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" "Keith?" She asked, "What are you doing here?" I cleared my throat. "I, uh-" I stuttered, "I heard some commotion from where I'm staying next door and I was just coming to make sure everything's cool over here." Marcia looked back inside frantically, then back at me. He hesitated, then spoke. "Are you sure your ears aren't playing tricks on you?" She replied shyly, "You look quite tired." I rubbed my neck awkwardly. I raised my head ever so slightly to get a little view of the house. It was a mess, and sure enough, there was a shattered vase lying on the ground. A Soc about my age took a swig from a bottle and flipped through the channels on the TV inside. Marcia moved a little, blocking my view. I looked at hear sweater. It was something you would see chicks wearing in the winter, not in mid-May. A heavy, turtleneck sweater that she clearly made an effort to pull all the way up to her chin. " "
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