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Hi, my name is Jake Scott and Julia
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Stockholm part2

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By z_vak Send DollMailSend Email
Created: 2009-11-02 12:36:19 All stories by z_vak
I start to look for Scott, He was with His stupid friends before we came in. Jordan, Michael and Gill really do hate me, they think I'm a slutt, but I don't care. My head starts to feel compressed and light, what's wrong with me? I can smell the weedd from where I'm standing, it smells sweet but doesn't help how my head feels. I can't get through the crowd of people, so i turn around, and my heart leaps. Scott is standing across the room watching me with a quizzical expression. I raise my hand in front of my face, flash him my middle finger and laugh. I don't know why it's so funny, but it is. Scott makes a B-line toward me, He's angry. I begin to run, knocking people out of my way, throwing a girl to the ground on my way up the stairs, laughing still just as hard as before. I turn around and there's a rooms down a hallway, I start to walk to the last door. There's a couple in every room making-out. One room has about 7 people all having one big orgyy. I laugh at the sight, and continue my walk to the door at the end of the hall. My head meets the wall and i fall backwards onto the floor, there's no door at the end of the hall anymore. I look at the ceiling and a face comes into my vision. His face is unfocused and blurred, I blink and hear a laugh that's not my own. More cynical, deeper. I blink again and can't seem to open my eyes. I feel something pull on my shirt, my body lift and the ground move under my body, but I can't open my eyes, I can't move, I can't.... I...
  

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