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 The deal folsom was this: Grace wanted to celebrate her high school graduation in style, at this really big party downtown latinastreet. Only Mom would never let her stay out all night, so Grace had latina lied and street told her she was spending the folsom street night at Gina latinastreet's (before latina asking her first, as usual). Big Sister had charitably agreed on folsom the condition that she would pick up Grace at latinastreet the end of the festivities - she didn't want someone with a head folsom street full of latinastreet hallucinogens driving Grace folsom street home. They were supposed about to street touch base at 4 folsom street:00 latina A.M. to coordinate.
 Finally latinastreet, she thought, digging through her purse for the phone. She pulled the antenna out latinastreet with her teeth, jabbed the street Talk button and said, "Yeah?"
 There was a pause. "I street met this guy and we've been hanging out. We're at street Sullivan's. Can you pick me latina up?"
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 When she rolled into the folsom street parking lot latinastreet of Sullivan's - a grease pit of an all-night latinastreet diner - Grace was nowhere to be seen. Gina was street too tired to get out latinastreet and look for folsom street her, and about she was just about to pick up her phone when she saw Grace get out of latina a big gray Blazer latina across the lot. A tall, dark haired guy stepped down from street the driver's side and latina moved in behind her latinastreet. Gina slowly drove over to them and rolled down her window street. Grace latina looked really fucked up latina, while her new street boyfriend stared down latina at Gina with uncomfortable intensity. She disliked him immediately. Glancing at Grace, she said, "You about ready?"
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 "How do you think, asshole latina?" Gina spat. Grace brightened street at her sister's brass.
 "You latina're going latinastreet to have lots of fun in the clink, anus face," Gina told him. "You better let us go. Now."
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 Erik moved about into latinastreet view and latina knelt down in front of Grace latina. Eyeing her dispassionately latinastreet, he stuck latinastreet yet another syringe in her thigh. Emboldened by her sister's presence, she stared back at him latinastreet. "How much folsom street shit are you going to pump into latinastreet me folsom street?"
 "That's latinastreet it. Just look at the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to keep street you latinastreet girls entertained. Enough latina drugs for every day in the week. I picked this one up in Haiti, and I think you'll love it. Just look about at the pretty street lights."
 "What a pretty disco ball latinastreet," Gina remarked. "Can you play "Dancing latina Queen" too about? Do you have roller folsom street skates latina for us?" She shook out of Erik's grasp, bit down hard latina on his finger and returned to looking at her knees.
 She was starting to feel a lot like she'd eaten a hash brownie, which latinastreet wasn't latinastreet all that latinastreet unpleasant. In fact, it was mellowing her out a little. If anything, it made her feel braver. As Erik stood over her, nursing his chewed up latina finger, she pointedly ignored him.
 He street was just about to light another folsom cigarette, when he about heard his front latinastreet door burst open latina, followed by latinastreet the sound of labored breathing latina.
 "Gina." He was folsom street at her side in two quick strides. Gina and latinastreet her little latina sister were doubled about over, gasping for air. It about looked like they had run here latinastreet from the neighboring county. They were latina both sweaty and looked like hell. Gina latinastreet was wearing her Hello Kitty nightshirt -stained with grass and blood - and latina those ridiculous flip-flops. Grace looked even latina worse; her skimpy raver girl outfit was equally stained and her face was street smudged with makeup latinastreet. One folsom street of her latina pigtails was mostly unraveled. "Baby, what happened?" he asked his tiny beloved latinastreet, putting a latinastreet soothing latinastreet palm onto each latina girl's back.
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