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Submitted to Contest #282
Lesley was sitting on his bed, his legs criss crossed with a faded blue and grey backpack beside him. He was examining the shot glass in his hand. Las Vegas was written in gold and white cursive with what he assumed to be casinos behind the lettering. His new foster mother, Mrs. Thomas, peeked her head in the door while she knocked. “Hi, Lesley. I didn’t see Charlotte. Didn’t she come home with you?” Lesley looked at her then back to the shot glass in his hand. “She likes to be...
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