Addiction - Chapter Twenty-one: The French Mistake

**Addiction** Chapter Twenty-one The French Mistake By: Rufus Quentin February, 1999 Things could have gone so differently. As the newness of the next, and my last, semester of High School wore off I found it increasingly difficult to suppress...

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Addiction - Chapter Eleven: The Little Games

**Addiction** Chapter Eleven The Little Games By: Rufus Quentin October, 1998 It definitely became a very strange feeling, walking through our house, down the halls of our school, talking to my friends between classes, keeping a very illicit...

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Addiction - Chapter Ten: Indian Summer

Addiction Chapter Ten Indian Summer By: Rufus Quentin October 11, 1998 As I mentioned, I reserved the last page in my notebook for crosshatches counting the days of the school year like the days of a prison sentence. The number of notches had...

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Addiction - Chapter Seventeen: Unsupervised Youth

**Addiction** Chapter Seventeen Unsupervised Youth by Rufus Quentin November, 1998 My dad came to my room one day in mid-November, the evening two letters came in the mail from the Educational Testing Service; one for me, one for Dustin. The big...

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Addiction - Chapter Eight: Rules are meant to be broken

**Addiction** Chapter Eight Rules are made to be broken By: Rufus Quentin Late September, 1998 As we'd agreed Amanda picked me up from school and drove the both of us to the Yardage Outlet in the outskirts of Huntington. It flattered me enough...

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Addiction - Chapter Twelve: Fight or Flight

**Addiction** Chapter Twelve Fight or Flight by: Rufus Quentin October 29, 1998 I hated it. I sat there and seethed. Not only was it woefully and errantly wrong, it was also insulting. What kind of a misogynist lunatic came up with this crap?...

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Equinox

**Equinox** By: Rufus Quentin For: Kibbles~and~bits The husky's nose darted towards the front door, his ears perked in perception of a rattling lock disturbing the perfect early afternoon placidity. He hadn't expected anyone home for hours. A rush...

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Addiction - Chapter Five: Southern Boredom

Addiction Chapter Five Southern Boredom By: Rufus Quentin November, 1989 I think I owe an apology to anyone who knew me before I turned eighteen. I went through the phases of snot-maggot, tag-along, nuisance, and most recently, bitch. I feel...

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Addiction - Chapter Nine: Polaroids

**Addiction** Chapter Nine Polaroids by: Rufus Quentin October 9, 1998 The best way to describe the rest of that day, the rest of the week, and the transition from September into October is as a period of outright normalcy, insofar as one can...

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Addiction - Chapter Seven: The Discarded

**Addiction** Chapter Seven The Discarded By: Rufus Quentin September, 1998 "Severe cranial injury" was all I could think of as I rode on our neighbor's 4-wheeler, clinging to my brother for dear life with my entire body practically wrapped...

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Addiction - Chapter Six: Pavlov's Dog

Addiction Chapter Six Pavlov's Dog By: Rufus Quentin September, 1998 So I came home from an afternoon at Bryn's to find an unlabeled cardboard box waiting for me on my bed. What's this, I thought to myself, approaching what looked like might have...

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Addiction - Chapter Three: Mr. Death's Head

Addiction Chapter Three Mr. Death's Head By: Rufus Quentin September 10-12, 1998 It was sad but true. A week after school started it felt as if the summer never happened. I walked through the halls of my high school as if I hadn't left them for...

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