Ben hadn't kept much of his old existence. A middle-class boy in a middle-class neighborhood who attended middle-class schools and did middle-class things. When his parents were murdered and he discovered his prodigious gift for violence, he walked away from it. The road he walked now was dark, with the occasional highlight
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"You'd better." he said with a laugh, snatching one of the tickets away from her. "Now come on, Mari, the game starts in fifteen and we still need beer and dogs." he said, grinning like a small child at Christmas.
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She hadn't realized that she'd been channeling anything through the Totem, she thought as she removed her fingers from the fox-shaped talisman.
"Hey," Mari said, looping her arms around her lover. "I have tickets."
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Mari matched his grin tooth for tooth, though. This clearly made the man happy, and after the things he'd seen and done...
"You don't think that they'll have something like a Zima or a Smirnoff Twist, do you?" Mari asked as she looped an arm through Ben's.
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