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It’s 1st in Russia so happy kyman week everyone
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A Series of Left Turns :: Chapter 18
Cartman and I are halfway home, and it’s 11:24 PM, but we’re going at a pretty good pace. Actually, now that I mention it, we’re a few paces away from jogging. Cartman’s leading the way it seems like he really wants to get home.
“Dude, I texted my Mom already. She knows we’re okay, and my Dad’s not even home right now.”
He says nothing. He keeps glancing continuously at the time on his phone.
When the house is finally in view, it’s 11:50 PM. We’re about to cross the street when we both notice someone walking up to the house. It’s difficult to make them out since it’s so late and they’re not near any light.
I put my guard up, of course, but Cartman breaks into a sprint after only a moment passes.
Oh shit.
That’s Liane standing at the front of our lawn.
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