Steve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls. He was tacky, smart, and Soda's best buddy since grade school.
He took the bus to London, and then took a train to Manchester.
a noninherited maternal antigen
I was eating salads, young coconut, and livioli, a raw-food version of ravioli, which was actually really good, even for a pastaholic.
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