Heartbreakers II

Bitch Set Me Up!

Hipster Intelligence Agency

Think of it as the story of one second.

At the beginning of the second, I had a pleasant flashback of Little Miss Fuck and Run on her knees, staring up at me with those eyes of hers. At the end of the second, I had a vision of my body being dumped in some dumpster somewhere in Elizabeth, New Jersey.

I fucked up, big time.

So I’m sitting in some cafe somewhere across the table from Mr. Spooky and his wife, Mrs. Spooky. I’m going “blah blah blah something something,” when some black haired girl walks by the window. I had this flash of recognition. I hadn’t really even thought about Little Miss Fuck and Run for months, I wasn’t even sure if she was still in the country. But this girl reminded me of her for whatever reason, and my mind flashed back to that time at…

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