No Life Kid 2-5
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No Life Kid 2-4
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No Life Kid 2-3
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No Life Kid 2-2
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No Life Kid 2-1
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No Life Kid 21
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No Life Kid 20
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No Life Kid 19
The word “fast” was vague. There was a good reason for that, of course. All subjective things had excellent reasons to be vague, because to be subjective means that it was always a matter of perspective. Unfortunately, “vague” met its limits pretty easily, just like the word “fast” as a descriptor. Fast was a sprinter….
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No Life Kid 18
The doorknob was already half-bent the second he got his hand around it, indents already noticeable in the metal, when the hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. Fingers dug into the leather of his coat, and instinct answered for him. Zander whirled, the motion as violent as his thoughts as the world smeared into…
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No-Life Kid 17
The white lines of the interstate blurred as they raced past, devolving into a single strobing ribbon under the BMW’s wheels. The speedometer remained constantly on the verge of threatening triple digits, the driver too casual for a speed that she wouldn’t survive. One hand rested on the leather-wrapped wheel, the other tapping a beat…