"Futon. Basically crap," Saffi says,nearly-drunken voiced, waving one hand towards the offending object in a manner that reminds Stephen of something from a Michael Stipe music video. "Come on, we can share, 's upstairs
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There’s someone knocking at the door, and Stephen gets up to answer it. He’s not expecting anyone. Most everyone he knows would have called first
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He doesn’t say anything, just stands there in the doorway waiting and listening to the fast rhythms of her fingers on the keyboard. If he squinted, he could watch the words appear on the screen, but he’s not looking at the words - he’s looking at her
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Dio glares daggers down at her brother. “Is there any reason why I’ve just come home to find you cuddling with my husband?” she asks, in a vicious whisper
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His mother doesn’t say anything the night he locks himself in the bathroom for an hour and a half and comes out with his hair dyed jet black. Saffi’s quite fond of his new look, although sometimes he’s pretty sure he’s missing something. He’s not quite sure how to go about fixing it once he figures out the problem - it’s not as if he can just walk
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For most of his life, all Saffi Jarnac’s wanted is to be a dancer - and the thing of it is, he’s good and it’s always been known that he is that small statistical percentage of students that would see his name up in lights
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