Roo`d
Fed was 18 when Tony got roo`d. He`d been prepping for early college admission with late-night com-classes, goggled in and finger-cramped over nasty circa-2009
Fed was 18 when Tony got roo`d. He`d been prepping for early college admission with late-night com-classes, goggled in and finger-cramped over nasty circa-2009 C++ code examples while longing to toss it in for time to scan some flashy Java virii. Tony had been gone from his life for at least a couple years, five years his senior and a failure, as far as their folks saw it. Bailing out of a prestigious single-course curriculum at MIT, the rumor was that he`d crashed and burned on Pakistani kraft; carefully engineered cold cells delivering a prolonged payload of top-flight methamphetamines directly to the spongy flanges of his right hemisphere.
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