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Appearance: Sarah is a fairly short, thin girl who clearly has an attitude. She stands at around 5'2", and weighs just under 90 pounds, but is clearly someone you don't want to mess with. Her build is a very slender, lightweight one, some people chosing to describe it as 'fairylike'. Combined with her short hair and hot temper, Sahrahsahe's build is what got her the nickname of 'Pixie'.

Cut in a spiky 'punk' style, Sarah's hair is short and generally very messy. Originally black, Sarah's hair has been dyed so many colours that it is impossible to realise what its normal colour is. Currently, she keeps it at a light blonde, or sometimesgray, depending on which colour strikes her fancy.

Make-up is not something found in short supply around Sahrahsahe. She piles more onto her face than an average fourteen-year-old girl, yet still managesto keep it looking fairly decent. Well, decent may not be the right word. But she makes it look nice, at leastto those who are interested in the punk style. Her eyes are naturally dark hazel, although she wears coloured contacts so often that nobody is really sure of her eye colour.
Name: Sahrahsahe Adams
Nickname: Sarah, Pixie
Age: Twenty-one
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual (Lesbian)

Likes:
+Flowers
+Rainy weather
+Bouncy-balls
+Rock/Metal music
+Playing saxophone
Dislikes:
-Pop music (Although she has a secret love of Adele)
-Horror movies
-Annoying people
-Darkness
-Sunny weather
Hobbies:
*Painting
*Playing saxophone
*Listening to music
Cherished Items:
^Her alto-saxophone
^Her iPod
Outfit(s): Sarah will really wear anything. Her taste certainly leans more to the punk side, and it is clear she favours ripped jeans and t-shirts, but, if given the option, she would just as willingly wear a full evening gown. She doesn't like wearing anything brightly coloured, with the exception of white clothes, and loves skinny jeans.

Personality: Sahrahsahe is a very angry person. She has a hot-temper, and is easy to annoy. Make one wrong move around her, and she'll be screaming her head off in a split second. A loner by nature, she does not like other people, and thinks she can do everything by herself.

Oddly enough, despite her rather introverted nature, Sarah's appearrance is one that basically shouts 'Look at me!' Her temper makes up for her short height, and anyone who comments on the fact that she is so tiny will not live to see the next day. She dislikes being the center of attention, but loves to shock people, and therefore refuses to change the style she dresses in.

Despite her hot temper, she can actually be a nice person. Once she finds someoe to love, she cares deeply for them. This, of course, doesn't stop her temper, but it at least blunts her rage a bit. She is very slow to trust someoe, and it is very easy to lose her trust,so people who have it tend to do anything to keep it.
Thoughts on situation: "Just f*ck off and leave me alone." She is not very happy, and is very angry at her parents.
Brief History: Sahrahsahe had it tough from the start. She grew up in a very poor part of town, in a family that didn't have any money. From the very start of her life she lived on the streets. By the time she turned twelve, she was practically able to live on her own, her pick pocketing abilities having been almost perfected, as her fighting skills lso had been.

She always knew she was different from the rest of her family. Her older sister had hooked up with countless guys - sometimes more than one at once - and her younger sister was already beginning to talk about which guy was good looking, and which guy wasn't. Sarah never had any interest in guys, always finding the women more attractive.

When she was sixteen, she managed to steal her to most prized possessions: her saxophone and her iPod. With the help of online tutorials, she taught herself saxophone, and now is an excellent saxophonist. The iPod also led her to something else: the online support group. This both helped her, and led to her downfall.

Her coming out was something completely accidental. She had left her iPod on the kitchen counter by accident when she had gone to use the bathroom one morning, and her younger broither had found it. He decided to play with it, and found the website of je support group. Confused as to what a 'lesbian' or a 'gay' was, he brought the ipod to his parents. They looked around the website, seeing posts by their daughter, and easily put two and two together.

The outcome was not pretty. Sahrahsahe's father practically beat her into pulp before kicking her out onto the street wiuth little more than the clothes on her back. Using the skills she had acquired during her life, Sarah broke into their house later that night, stealing her ipod and saxophone, and then ran off.

For three years, she lived on the streets, playing sacophone during the day and pickpocketing at night to earn enough to survive. Finally, she found the home of the support group, and moved in, deciding it would be a good place to live, at leas for now.
Theme Song(s):
I Don't Care - Apocalyptica
Unbreakable - Fireflight
Invidia - Delain
Roommate: Skyler Rea
Room Appearance: TBA
Extra(s): None.

So begins...

Sahrahsahe Adams's Story

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#2012-11-16 00:15:49, as written by Leon21

Evgeny Boroschek

Evgeny had no sense of temperature. This, at least, was what he seemed to gather from the odd stares people gave him as he walked down the street. Of course, it could have also been from his Marilyn Manson shirt. Either way, Evgeny was getting some of the strangest stares he had received for a while. Sure, it was perhaps a bit cold outside for most people to be wearing a t-shirt, but he had been in far colder weather. He had grown up in Alaska, after all! Well, either way, it didn't matter to him. He was a model, after all. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being stared at.

Behind him, he tugged a massive suitcase. It was nearly as tall as him. Of course, that didn't mean much, considering how short Evgeny was, but it was still a giant suitcase. This was partially because of the tons of clothing Evgeny had - his job as a model often got him free clothing, and he was always too lazy to throw his old clothing out - but even more so because of the yarn he had brought with him. Knitting was something that Evgeny did whenever he had a spare second, and he always made sure to have a lot of yarn on hand.

Arriving at the building which apparently was where he was going to live for however long he needed, Evgeny began to realise why he was getting such strange stares for wearing a t-shirt. It was getting rather cold, and he was beginnig to shiver. He mentally thanked himself for parking his car so close to the building.

Instead of knocking on the door, Evgeny just walked in. It was unlocked, so why not? Of course, general social etiquette was the reason for 'why not', but Evgeny never was the type to pay attention to all of the little unspoken rules governing society. It was so boring to follow the rules, after all.

"Hello?" he called, closing the door behind him and standing his suitcase in the hallway, pulling his black basketball shoes off without bothering to untie them, setting them next to his suitcase. He heard voices coming from a room in the back of the house, sounding slightly distant, and decided to head towards them. Soon, he arrived in the kitchen, where it was made clear that he was not the first to arrive. There were already four or five - he was too lazy to count - people in the kitchen, all of them girls save for one person who he was slightly unsure about, but guessed it was a guy judging by his generally skinniness and general lack of a chest. The slight stubble on his jaw also helped him come to his decision.

Evgeny gave a small wave, hesitantly smiling. "Hi, everyone. I'm Evgeny!"

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#2012-11-17 19:13:11, as written by Vestiline

Stasis shivered to himself. The smile that the long-haired male gave was a bit on the creepy side to say the least. He made a mental note of the rules that had been laid down, most of them not being much of a problem at the moment since his bag was filled with more jerky, camp fire food and cat food then a end-of-the-world-prepper had in their bunker. Rowan didn't seem to mind the attention much, purring loudly from being cradled and stroked. "I have no idea. I think we were supposed to make arrangements online or something..." he said, looking up at the ceiling and scratching the back of his head. "If we all did, then I forgot. The travel up here was a nigthmare..." Nightmare. An understatement of the decade.

He was tired, his feet still hurt dispire being in an airport and on a plane for the combined total of 14 hours due to delays. The Northeast proved to be colder than he expected and he was now in a place where had no idea what was where and where every shop he'd need was. Dispite what others would do in the same situation, he didn't really complain out loud about it. Then again, he wasn't the invasive type to say the least.

His thoughts were broken once again by another arrival, another female this time. He recognized the username, and in all honesty...it seem to fit to him. Not that he was one to say it out loud. The vibe that she gave off to him was to stay out of her way and there would be no trouble. His mind wandered back to rooming arrangements. Tapping his fingers against his thumb in thought as the looked over at the others. He wasn't sure who else was coming today or if the bunch that had come was going to be it for a while. Constant company wasn't a problem for him really, being that he was reletively quiet. Then he sighed. "I'm thinking of myself as a pet now." He muttered to himself as he shifted his feet a bit. "Either way, I don't think I have anyone to room with. If you don't mind of course."

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#2012-11-18 20:42:23, as written by Echo_Rose

Carsin watched as two other people joined them in the house, she could't believe how many people came in one day, she was kinda glad that she got here a few weeks before so she was all settled in. She looked over to Jordyn and gave her a small smile "Didn't you know I have been classified as a 'weirdo' just look at me" she said jokingly. Looking over to Craig she listened to him go on about the 'house rules' already hearing them once before hand she pushed her hoody back and her black, teal, and white hair untamed messy hair was let loose "As y'all can see I do smoke weed but I usually smoke outside or near a window so it won't bother y'all, as for roommates Emma is rooming with me but there is an extra bed and space so a third could join us. And also I am like Craig..not a morning person..mentally I do not wake up till about 3pm..Its because I am a night owl."

Looking back towards Emma she gave the gilr a small smile and made an umph sound as she was hugged, her hands grabbed by the white haired girl. Looking at the girls face she saw tears but soon the girl explained herself "Its okay no need to cry..and yes I am real..well at least I think I am" she squeezed the girls hands once then heard the next question that came out of Emmas mouth. Well if Carsin was to be truthful...she felt like shit, wanting to just hide from the world and smoke her weed but she wasn't going to tell that to Emma or anyone for that matter. Giving a slight shrug "Im fine..same shit different day..how about you?"

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#2012-11-19 02:35:17, as written by Mathew Littlepaw

Emma's face was a myriad of emotions. First she was happy, then sad again, then angry at her self for making a fool of her self in front of everyone for crying like this. For the first time in her life, Emma trully felt like breaking down and crying. Her eyes became heavy as she turned to everyone and said in a loud voice, making sure to interrupt all conversation: "H...Hello everyone! I... Its me.. Emma. The one g-girl who was never on... Never talked... Never rea-really thought much about anyone in the group because s-she was to busy playing B-Black Ops."

Emma smiled as wide as she could and wiped the tears from her face before talking again. "It... It means so much to me to k-know all of you are real people, and for the past year I havnt been just talking to a bunch of gross old guys, pretending to understand me. I w-want to thank everyone f-for being here, and for being queir" She said with a light chuckle, trying to make herself laugh a little.

"Even though I only know you from a-a chat room... I feel like I know you all already. So! W-What do you say!? Why don't we celebrate a little??? Come on! Lets party! She shouted out, wiping the rest of the tears from her eyes to show her smiling face.

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#2012-11-19 06:08:26, as written by OurLadyofSorrows

Ground rules. Jordyn could most definitely live with ground rules. It kept everyone and everything in line. They were actually really lax guidelines to live by. It sounded like more common sense and courtesy than anything actually restrictive. Jordyn nodded at Craig as he introduced himself. Of course. He was the one running the show, so to speak. Even if he was a little rough around the edges, she knew he had good intentions at the core of him. At least she hoped. She could only hope for any of them to have decency and the mind to not be total twats. Evgeny gave her an answer for his strange lack of layers in the cold weather, and she smiled wryly. So he was used to the bitterness. What a lucky one, he was. Everything started to click into place as usernames suddenly had bodies and faces and voices that she could hear that weren't over the computer (and that was rare, if ever.) They were real. Touchable. Not like she would. Jordyn definitely wasn't the type to go up and just hug someone out of the blue, particularly someone she had only met online.

She smiled warmly at Evgeny. "Dear lord, the world stopped spinning if you weren't online. Unlike some of us, AKA me, who had a helicopter mother who creeped on my internet use. That's borderline abuse." Jordyn smiled a little more, tipping her head to her side, hair tumbling to hang and brush against her arms. There was another entrance, this time being another level of petite female. Sahrahsahe. Sarah. Right. Jordyn squinted at her until there was the username. It all clicked and she grinned, quite amused. Most of them fit their usernames. The personalities were still there, just a lot easier to see in body language and facial expressions. No more smilies. She rolled her eyes playfully as Carsin shot back that she was fully classified as weirdo. "Good to know. Stranger danger, stay in school...blah, blah, blah." Jordyn stuck out her tongue at the girl for a moment.

Suddenly, someone yelling and practically assaulting Carsin. What the...? She watched for a moment as there were tears, then words she didn't quite catch between the two, sort of put off by the white haired girl's behavior. Why did she have to be so loud? Wasn't that rule number one? Or was that three? Did it matter, she didn't need to shout and get everyone's attention. Jordyn sighed, tipping her head forward for a moment, then quickly flicking her head back up to kick her hair away from her face. Emma. The name didn't strike up any distinct memories or feelings. She kept watching her, not terribly amused with her. Party? It was early, and she had just gotten off a seven hour bus ride. Well...maybe she was being a little harsh. Not everyone had a miserable trip here like her. At least she hoped. She looked at Carsin, who had mentioned that they had a free space in her and Emma's room to add a person...she wasn't terribly sure. Hell, she would have to pick a roommate eventually, but something didn't sit right with her. Jordyn would figure it out later.

"Come back to me with the party stuff when it's not like...painfully early." Jordyn finally commented, smiling wearily and rubbing nervously at her face. It was then there was another entry...and by the looks of it, someone who had been living there a while. What was she holding? A rat? No. Was it a dog? Jordyn stared at it. A fox of some sort? It was weird looking. But in a cute way. It was quite endearing in that strange little way. Hmm.

Either way, she really should have been getting her bags upstairs and situated in a room. But it was pointless if she didn't know who she was rooming with and where. She anxiously shifted her weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, examining her housemates. This was quite uncomfortable, now. She had passed the point of wanting to get to know everyone and shifted straight to wanting to get settled and be left alone (well, relatively alone) for a while. It was a selfish want, but after seven hours of travel, she was tired and a little bite-y. Jordyn didn't snap much, but she might end up giving a few harsh stares or silent treatments in her path. Not a great way to start off living with new people.

"So...now that we're aware none of us are serial killers. Rooms. Yes? No. Yes? Please? Someone just point me in the right direction so I can dump my stash of stuff somewhere not in the hallway?" Jordyn asked, giving a nervous grin and holding up her hands.

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#2012-11-19 22:12:18, as written by coricidinForte

Craig Winters

"But I can't make any promises on the loud sex bit." Craig made a noise that was a cross between laughter and choking on his Pop-Tart. What an expression, it seemed to fit right in with the interesting bunch of people that were meant to live under one roof together. He brushed a few crumbs away from his mouth after finishing his food. Although, he left the second breakfast pastry in the toaster, the item more or less being forgotten during the commotion. He wasn't quite sure how this would work out, but if he was already getting a kick out of it, it couldn't end in complete disaster.

There didn't look to be any objection to the ground rules he had laid out and for that he was relieved, not that he had expected any objections for they were far from being anything ludicrous. They were more like reminders that this wasn't a college fraternity or sorority, if anything. "I'm Sahrahsahe, spare me and just call me Sarah, and most of you probably know me better as TheKleptoLesbo." By her appearance Craig assumed that he would have been able to figure out who exactly she was without the introduction, everything about Sarah screamed 'Caution : This woman is a master of attitude! The sass master, she is fierce and ruthless, do not feed'! Wasn't she freezing in those clothes?

"Hey," He greeted, soon remembering that she was one of the few people that would be able to actually purchase alcohol, legally that is. It'd be nice to live with people that he could actually go and grab a drink with, though just every once in awhile, he wasn't that big of a drinker himself. Craig brought himself down from the counter and stood, stretching momentarily. "If you're up for it, lets go get a drink later. I don't know about partying, but I know a few good bars." He didn't really care if she wanted to check it out or not, but if he could use a couple of drinks, then he was sure someone who's been traveling could use a few too. Besides, it was his night off work.

The number continued to grow as Skyler returned from her morning quest. "Welcome back." She had been living with him the longest; shortly after he found this place, and also shortly after he was kicked out of his previous home with his previous roommates or when he had to drop out of college to take on full shifts and a second job for awhile. Craig grabbed a boiled egg from the fridge and started peeling off the shell, flicking the pieces into the nearby sink. The item of food was met for Yoda, not himself, who had taken awhile to get used to. A year ago he was much more hesitant to having such a young person room with him, especially since it was just them for awhile, yet it had been nice even if he had to work more during the time. Skyler reminded him a lot of his younger sister, someone who he hadn't seen in about five years now, and that was what probably made him give in in the first place.

By now it didn't really bother him too much, it was kind of like having a family again, more or less. Craig approached the auburn haired girl and held the now peeled egg in front of Yoda, waiting for the fox to take it. "If you get a cold, I'm not going to pay for you to see a doctor." He warned, noticing that she was lacking anything that would actually keep her warm. That was a lie, if she really did become so ill, he'd find a way to make sure she got the treatment she needed.

"So...now that we're aware none of us are serial killers. Rooms. Yes? No. Yes? Please? Someone just point me in the right direction so I can dump my stash of stuff somewhere not in the hallway?" He glanced backwards, trying to remember who was rooming with who, though it wasn't his strong suit. "There's empty bedrooms upstairs, except for Skyler and Carsin's rooms, so if you want you can just grab one and figure out room arrangements later." That sounded reasonable to him, he really wasn't the type to try and force these situations together, they could figure out their own roommates. "Mine still has room too, it's by the living room." Craig didn't care who roomed with him as long as they didn't mess with his things, he didn't hang around in it too often aside from sleeping anyways.

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#2012-11-19 23:45:56, as written by Vestiline

Stasis looked around, Jordyn having a point. "Same here, two bags and a cat big enough to keep the fort down will not be a happy time getting up the stairs in the middle of the the night." He said, walking over to his suitcase and camping back that had been chilling by the couch for a while. "I do have a house warming gift though. A little taste of what I do."

He came back into the kitchen with two vodka bottle sized bottles. One was filled will a dark liquid, corked and the top covered in a red waxy coating and labeled 'Hades's Delight'. The other had a lighter liquid in it, redish-pink almost in a grapefruit sort but as clear as day. The opening was also corked, but the wax was a green color and labeled simply 'Cheshire'. Stasis set them down on the table before going back to his bags and dragging them up the stairs, the suitcase making loud glassy 'clank!' noise every time the wheels went up a stairs.

Rowan mewed in Evgeny's arms before wiggling her way out of the males embrace and hopping onto the table again to lay down and watch people. She mewed at Craig and Sarah once she noticed them, but didn't move to nuzzle or even stand by them. Just watching them for a moment. Never mind the fact that she looked like she could take a chair for herself.

Stasis, on the other hand, looked like he could have needed a cat nap for a while as he walked to the top of the stairs and sighed. "Never...again..." he muttered to himself, the hurt in his feet from days of walking starting to get to him. he quickly ducked into the first empty room he could find and plopped himself in the bed. Leaving his bags by the door. The bed looking more apealing then anything else right now.

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#2012-11-20 00:43:41, as written by IAmAlien

"I wont get a cold!" Skyler said in response to Craig's comment. She decided to take a quick review who she saw.
Her hairs extra white! It makes her real pretty though. That guy has a lot of red hair and looks a bit like a hippie. Guy with a cat. I have no words. Girl with black hair. Cute. Chick with brown hair. She's cute too. Punk-ish looking chick. She looks cool. Carsin, she's cute. Then Craig, I know the guy already.

That concluded Sky's quick analysis of all these people so far. She couldn't help but smile at everyone and their eagerness to get into a room. "Okay!" Sky said as she sat Yoda on the ground, who then went towards the table and looked up at it. Sky drunk the rest of her coffee and throw the cup away than stood by the fridge looking at everyone. "Like Craig-lyn said, the rooms are up stairs, except for his. Some people can room with me if y'all want. But let me warn ya', I'm pretty awesome." Sky said, using a lot of hand gestures as she spoke, then turned to the fridge and took out a large Monster Energy Drink that she opened and took a sip of. "Oh, by the way, I'm Skyler, or Sky if y'all want." Sky said then nodded down towards Yoda, who was still looking up at the table. "And that's Yoda. Be careful. He uses the force." She said smiling at everyone and taking a few more sips of her Monster before heading up stairs. She passed the room that the guy the had said something about the cat was in and she gave him a big smile and a weird wave. Then she went to her room, leaving the door open just in case, and laid down on her bed with one knee up.

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#2012-11-20 19:07:31, as written by Echo_Rose

Carsin smiled when Sky came in with Yoda and gave her a small wave then went and made herself another cup of coffee "Well I guess I should get ready, I mean I can't look like this the rest of the day. I call it my morning look. I have a couple beds in my room so anyone who wants to make themselves comfortable in there go ahead."

She went to go up the stairs but stopped for a moment "Oh just so everyone knows you might hear violin music from my room and usually music all the time, if it gets too loud just let me know and ill turn it down" she smiled to the group and continued upstairs but before she went to her own room she went to Skys.

Noticing the door open a bit she knocked on the door two times before stepping in, seeing Sky on her bed "Hey Sky got a question for ya, was wondering if you wanted to do some harmonizing or work on some songs after I get ready. I thought maybe I could pull my violin out and practice some. Interested?" Leaning against the doorway she took a sip from her coffee and waited for Sky's answer.

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#2012-11-21 12:01:28, as written by S1mon

Dean Morgan

Such a long night and busy too as the crowds multiplied ten to the dozen as Dean stood behind a long wooden counter, on top of which were full of so many delicious food, including the infamous popcorn. Many a time, Dean seemed envious of all the people eating and watching the latest movies on the big screen, but it did not bother him too much. After all, there were many benefits for working in the cinema unlike the club, there weren’t so many fights for starters. The cinema did have a bar, which is where the most action was (unless you were watching James Bond). It seemed that his job was improving, except for some guys that didn’t quite like the new guy hogging the limelight as it were, what was what tended to happen with any new job.

It however didn’t bother him, and after a hard evenings’ work, he enjoyed a peaceful sleep in the top floor of the shared accommodation he had come to. He had been there for a week now and it was nice not having the burden of having all his earnings going into the house with little for himself. Craig, the owner, had told them all that they had some more guys coming in, so Dean set his alarm ten minutes before the estimated time of arrival, got dressed and took off in the Capri. He’d let Craig do all the introduction stuff as it was his place afterall, while he went for a spin before getting breakfast for everybody down MacDonalds. Dean was king in that respect, but at the same time, he wouldn’t stress out over petty little things, which is why he got bacon, sausage and egg McMuffin, so if there was one part somebody didn’t like, they could easily take it out. It wasn’t so hard, so should at least be grateful.

Dean was pretty fed-up of tending to people too much, only to be rewarded with a smack in the face, rather than the preferred kiss or a thank you. He had been let down quite a few times and did not fancy it happening again. The first date was supposed to lift his spirits not dampen them. He could not lie that the time when he felt loved was not food as it was the sweetest thing on earth to be loved by somebody. Rejection, being used, being played, were not so sweet and as such, Dean had been unlucky to be part of. He was a caring guy but his past had hardened his shell. Despite this, he still tries to be friendly, but more open to speak, if he feels something is wrong to prevent something bad happening again.

As a result of his experiences, much has changed within Dean to prevent him breaking up again. He was Humpty Dumpty that had fell from the wall, only to be pieced together in the wrong way so he wasn’t himself. It wasn’t a total bad thing, but like all things, there were pro’s and con’s. One of which was his smoking habit which he had developed as a result. In order to get companionship, he adapted to what others do to make him look good and now all of them were gone with their love of their lives while he remained alone and rejected. However he was thankful to the online chat that he went on, and then joining the House with others like him, and as such, he was more kind towards them.

Pulling up outside, Dean pulled the bag of McMuffin’s out with one hand, while he closed the door, locked the car and let himself in with the other. Once he was inside, he looked around and noticed quite a few unfamiliar faces, but if anyone was hungry, then they were sure going to come running and be overjoyed with him. Putting the bag onto the kitchen table, he pulled out two, seeing that pulling out more would make them all squashed, and walked towards Craig as he bellowed, “Breakfast is served! Get it while it’s hot!” and passing one of the McMuffin’s to Craig with a smile. Turning slightly to await the mad rush to the bag to get their Maccies like hyenas after their prey. “This everybody?”, he asked Craig as he glanced around.

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