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0	A Recipe for Pain -8-
+ 3	A Recipe For Pain -7-
+ 2	Never Come Back -2-
+ 2	A Recipe for Pain -6-
+ 3	A Recipe For Pain -5-
+ 6	A Recipe for Pain -4-
+ 2	Never Come Back -1-
+ 4	Don't Come Back -Intro-
+ 3	A Recipe for Pain -4-
+ 6	A Recipe for Pain -3-
+ 4	A Recipe for Pain -2-
+ 2	A Recipe for Pain -1-
+ 2	A Recipe For Pain -Intro-
+ 2	An Occasional Someone -5-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -4-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -3-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -2-
+ 1	An Occasional Someone -1-

I swear I could hear crickets chirping in China, it was that quiet. Ashley looked stunned for a moment, then angry, then she burst into tears and ran away crying. I was sure my jaw was hitting the floor in amazment. And did wonders never cease? Dante bent down and started picking up my books and scattered papers. I was silent. The rest of the cafeteria was slowly resuming their chatter. I stayed silent, and so did Dante.Atl east, I was silent for about two seconds.

"You know you're going to be an outcast now, right?" I asked, managing to pick my jaw up off the floor. I'm suprised it wasn't dislocated. He shrugged.

"Oh well. I don't exactly want to hang out with jerks anyway."

"How do you feel about being thrown in dumpsters?" I asked, Fruedly. He grinned.

"They have to catch me first, And I can run hella fast."

"Lucky," I murmured and accepted my things from Dante.

"Practice, practice, practice." He said smiling, and stood and walked away. At least he hadn't escorted me. I was screwed as it was. Thank you, Dante, for making my target bigger. I might as well get a neon sign advertising me as dumpster bait. I just couldn't wait for tomorrow. Not.

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