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You went through my stuff?"
"We had to find out who you were. Now, I've honored your request, but we
also found over $500 in cash on you, and some expensive equipment;
laptop, MP3 player... my boss thinks you stole it. What's the deal
here?"
There wasn't much choice but to tell her everything, the whole story.
"I got kicked out because my step-dad caught me and a friend of mine in
bed..." I began.
"Since when does a father kick his son out of the house because he
catches him with a girl in the..." she interrupted.
"Guy," I said, interrupting her in turn. "He caught me with a guy."
"Oohlala..."
I blushed when she pursed her lips and wiggled her eyebrows.
"So he kicked you out because you're gay. He didn't know, huh?"
"No. I kept it hidden from them because they're kinda religious; kind of
a lot, actually. I got a whole lecture about God's wrath and all
that..."
"Aww, you poor kid," she groaned, sitting down and patting my arm. "I
understand. Don't worry, we're not religious here. This is Vegas."
I couldn't help but smile, and hissed softly when another jab of pain
shot through my head. Carly's face contorted in sympathy, and she
handed me a pill and a glass of water, which I took and emptied.
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