Short Story Starting Point: Portland, Maine

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Starting point: Portland, Maine "Is it starting now?" I lean in to whisper in my brother's ear. "Yes, Ethan. It's on." He answers. I study my surroundings as Grayson leaves my side. Girls slurring their tongue at the bar. More girls dancing on each other at the door. Guys contemplating on who they want. I take a quick glance at my watch, 12:46am. I have an hour and fourteen minutes to get a point. I keep my eye on a tall redhead, who looks like she would be willing to have a good time. She seams to notice me and gives me a slight wave. Unfortunately, my brother is right next to her with another girl, but luckily she doesn't notice. I look away to get her going. Is she going to be a piece in our little game? I decide to

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