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It wasn't long when a shadow stopped over her. But she already knew it was Apollo because she could smell his cologne from a mile away: vanilla and cinnamon and the rich smoke of a summer bonfire. She would hand him one thing: he smelled better than any of the other boys at Blackmore—but that wasn't a high bar to clear.
She looked up. He looked down. His outfit was simple and fastidious but clearly high-end. Gold jewelry glittered at his collarbone, shown off by the deep window of his unbuttoned top, underneath his rich, brown jacket. She hated when he dressed like that. It made her think of biting that throat, hard enough to rip out a mouthful of blood and pride. She had to look away. Back to the cigarette at hand.
Apollo asked, "Killing yourself in the gutter?"
"How I choose to kill myself isn't any of your business."
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Apollo and Graves go and see a movie together.
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- Part 2 of blotting papers