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Slice: A Short Story

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Slice pulled himself of the wall, stared at the both of them and said in a fuck it tone of voice. “Hey man let’s play.” That was always his answer when things were at its worst. “Who knows it might help. Come on let’s give it a try. How about it?” “What are we going to play on Slice? Take a look around, there’s nothing here,” Juice swore, then realize what he just said himself and turned his attention quickly back to his little brother. “What happened to all your stuff? Have you been robbed?” “Gnaw man. The only thing that was stolen around here was my heart. All my stuff is over B.J. and Crash’s pad. I took it over there when you went to see Mom.” Juice curiosity took a giant leap forward. “Why did you do that?” “Jay though …show more content…

Who’s Fashion?” Slice finally truly woke up from his initial shock and cut in. “I know that group and their sound stinks, but their lyrics are unbelievable. If I didn’t know better Juice, I would swear that your little brother here was moonlighting. As your brother just said, there’s nothing special about the group except the lead singer. She’s the only thing worth salvaging. The rest of them should be scrapped or turned into a bad Las Vegas lounge act. I’ve never seen them in person, but I heard them on the radio” “Guys I have some bad news.” He looked towards his older brother. “Juice remember when we were kids, I told you that someday I was going to write a book of songs so hot that it world set the whole world on fire. “Yeah man, I was ten and you were about seven or eight. You took some paper and a pencil into the bathroom and wrote your first song. I remember it because it was our first song we ever did together. It was the first song you put it into that book grandpa gave you. The one with the African something or other symbol on its cover.” “Well big brother I finished it about three weeks ago and it was more than even I expected it would

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