Riley’s owned a surf board his whole life, though the sea’s eluded him, however he’s spent every day riding the indoor waves at the Julie skateshop pretending Montana was Los Angeles.
It only took a few hours on a Saturday afternoon for Jesse’s band flyer to be completely covered.
Lizzie was going to hunt down every single one of those flash flyer litterbugs, and that self-absorbed Julie was at the top of the list.
Surely there was one spot for Wendy’s sign, she really needed that eight hundred year old notebook back.
“This,” he thought, while staring at the drainage pipe adorned with pointless ads and rhetorical flyers from hopeless romantics, “would make an excellent bong.”
For at least today, Julie was on top.
“This amalgam of inexpensive, un-targeted communications exemplifies unintentional, multi-artist product,” explained Dr. Francis.
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