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Blood, Sex and Booze
This is a sequel to my first story, Give Me Novacaine. Thank you to all of the people who read that story and helped me move on with it. I wouldn't be writting Blood, Sex and Booze if it wasn't for you. Please remember to comment after you read! I love getting comments.
xoxo- Adie.
xoxo- Adie.
- I Miss You, So Far.
- How We Touched And Went Our Seperate Ways.
- You Know I Still Love You.
- I Had No Idea What It Cost.
- Can't Stay Off Each Other.
- Smile When You Think About Me.
- Mall Mis-Adventures.
- What Happens In Starbucks, Stays In Starbucks.
- The Beginning Of A 21st Century Breakdown.
- Swings Are Usually Dangerous.
- Damn, This Guy Can Make Me Smile.
- I Need You More And More Each Day.
- This Would Be Mike's Third Girlfriend.
- Drinking Lowers Irritability.
- Cartoons Are Addicting.
- First Impressions.
- Mini Tre!
- Another Mini Armstrong?
- I'm Not A Punching Bag!
- I Know What You Did.
- You Are The Moonlight Of My Life Every Night.
- Little Girl, Little Girl You Dirty Liar.
- Photoshoots Are A Great Experience.
- Well This Calls For A Toast, So Pour The Champaign
- Never Trust A Dirnt In Jamaica.
- Tre Cool, The Immature Pervert, Has A Sweet Side?
- The Sirens Of Decay Will Infultrate The Inside.
- Homecoming And Under Pressure.
- Drunk or Sober; We're Still ***ed Up.
- Tattoos of Memories and Dead Skin On Trial.
- I'd Sacrifice This World To Hold You.
- Past Girlfriends and A Few Picture Re-Takes.
- This Is Martena...
- Come Back To Me I Can't Get You Out of My Mind.
- It's Comedy and Tragedy; It's Saint Jimmy.
- Beyond The "Up To Date" And The Neo-Gentrified.
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Let The Good Times Roll.
And so it is... the last chapter of Blood, Sex, and Booze. (There is already a sequel written.)