When I walked out the coffeehouse, I caught her watching me through the window. I lit a cigarette I didn't really want with a dramatic pause that should have been embarrassing but fueled my narcisstic fire.
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So I went to the bookstore and ran chipped, black fingernails down the spines of the Marxism section, smirking at the little old ladies cooing at the store cat.
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So I went to the bookstore and ran chipped, black fingernails down the spines of the Marxism section, smirking at the little old ladies cooing at the store cat.
clara:
You narcissist! hehehe! 
stiles:
I swiped the scooby-doo van and sold it to my friend. It's a mint-green 1965 GMC Handi-Bus.