My Life, Their Show

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ah, you have the grades, the scores. But these applications need

ng every hour I could, but David' s "e

rise. Jessic

y. I found this summer job posting, pays really well. Might help you out. It's a bit

legitimate, if a little vag

ragile. Maybe she felt guilty.

, she's not feeling

Mountain? That ar

he money... it wou

I texted back. "

w it goes," she replie

more remote than I expected, a run-down office b

g to set, casting l

t: This is where the 'local c

twisted. Th

guys stepped out from behind a r

e rough,

girl?" one o

he wrong address," I s

he right place. Jessica sent us.

ran cold.

y carefully saved application money, a

my only copies. One of them slammed it onto the con

her one shoved me hard. I fell, my ar

pain shot

. That's gonna leave a ma

served it for trying to

I saw them rummaging thr

r pulled u

lying there, at my broke

unreadable,

just watched me for a momen

car, and drove away, leaving me in

hysical ache, sharpe