“That is one really
fucked up joke.”
Miss Leah Tanaka was
sipping coffee and scratching at her nicotine patch as she talked to me.
I agreed with her.
“Or maybe Sebastian is
doing it. Wouldn’t be the first time that kid did something so tasteless. Did I
ever tell you about the story he wrote in my Creative Writing class? The kid
has a mind for the macabre.”
She reached under her
sleeve and ripped off the patch.
“Fuck it. I’m sneaking
out back.”
I went with her. I didn’t
smoke, but anything to calm my nerves sounded like a good idea.
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