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“I need you to sell me some new skis.” He cut right to the case, “Please, please, please open the store for me,” he continued, “I’ll make it worth your while,” he pantomimed like he was drinking something. “You know?” He smiled his winning smile at his friend. “I need the D3 Customs, I’ll take whatever color you have in stock.” He was still pissed he’d broken his, but it was his own fault, he’d been showing off and he landed in the water just the right way. At least he hadn’t broken himself. He knew he’d have some bruises tomorrow, if he didn’t already. “Our show is in ten days, I need to start breaking them in tonight.” He loved skiing at night. It was such a rush. “And then we’ll party.” It was a convincing argument. The boat house was stocked, courtesy of an awesome mail order fake id and a tour of the liquor stores within a thirty minute radius. Carson knew how to party. And his free lance web designing provided him the means to put his knowledge to use. He was ready for summer and all the excitement it provided. “So what do you say? Please.”
Last edited by Beautiful Stranger : 05-15-2008 at 11:43 PM.
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