“Son of a bitch!”
He recoiled from the explosion of sparks, using his arm to shield his face as best he could. The robotics lab at the university was dark, and why shouldn’t it be it was three am, in the summer! Any student finishing a last minute assignment was done with it two months ago.
He spent most nights here, though almost
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Love the image of the take-out box and the ultra-heavy-beats.
Your language is very visual image heavy.. if I could draw, I'd draw out everything that I saw reading this.
Leave them wanting more... must have more.. of this line... gah!
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