In the last installment of Club Crush
In the first installment of Club Crush
There was nothing in the fridge besides a loaf of white bread, a few condiments, and something completely unrecognizable floating at the bottom of the crisper drawer. Groceries were always a bit sparse right before my brother, Andrew, was paid.
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