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Published by: chromehearts on 11th Jun 2014 | View all blogs by chromehearts
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Am I Sorry." The sky, of course, was dark. Our headlights swept past snowy lawns, a wall of leafless trees as we turned north. We'd had a record snowfall three days ago, followed by a cold snap that had embalmed the snow under a skin of ice wherever the plows hadn't been. A few cars passed us at a cautious speed. "So what was it," Diane asked, "something serious" Jason shrugged. "War Pestilence Famine" He shrugged again and turned up the collar of his jacket.  He wasn't much better at the party. Then again, it wasn't much of a party. It was a gathering of Jason and Diane's ex-classmates and acquaintances . chrome hearts eyeglasses from Rice, hosted by the family of another Rice alumnus home from some Ivy League college. His parents had tried to arrange a dignified theme event: finger sandwiches, hot cocoa, and sledding on the mild slope behind the house. But for the majority of the guests—somber preppies who had skied at Zermatt or Gstaad long before their braces came off—it was just another excuse for clandestine drinking. Outside, under strings of colored lights, silver flasks circulated freely; in the basement a guy named Brent was selling gram weights of Ecstasy. Jason found a chair in a corner and sat sco. chrome hearts dogtag wling at anyone who looked friendly. Diane introduced me to a big-eyed girl named Holly and then deserted me. Holly struck up a monologue about every movie she had seen in the last twelve months. She paced me around the room for most of an hour, pausing now and then to snatch California rolls from a tray. When she excused herself for a bathroom visit I scooted over to Jason's sulking place and begged him to go outside with me. " I'm not in the mood for sledding." "Neither am I. Just do me a favor, okay" So we put on our boots and jackets and trudged outside. T. latest chrome hearts he night was cold and windless. A half dozen Rice scholars stood huddled in a haze of cigarette smoke on the porch, glaring at us. We followed a path in the snow until we were more or less by ourselves at the top of a low hill, looking down on a few halfhearted sledders skidding through the circus glow of the Christmas lights. I told Jason about Holly, who had attached herself to me like a leech in Gap clothing. He shrugged and said, "Everybody's got problems." "What the hell is wrong with you tonight" But before he could answer, my cell phone rang. It was Diane, back at the house. "Where'd you guys go Holly's kind of pissed. Abandoning her like that. Very rude, Tyler." "There must be someone else she can aim her conversation at." "She's just nervous. She hardly knows anyone here."  



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