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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Intersection
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It was a sweltering day which had no pretenses of letting up.
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Over a thousand people had driven through the intersection today, and
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another thousand would be through there in the next hour. The crossroads
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weren't the busiest in the town by far, but saw a fair amount of traffic
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during rush hour. Cars zipped by creating a steady hum throughout the
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intersection, giving it a life of its own.
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Twenty-four seconds had passed, and it was almost time for the
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lights to change, allowing the smaller of the two roads to empty out.
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A click resounded, unheard by anyone, and the light changed to yellow.
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Five cars noticed and accelerated to beat the oncoming red light. Another
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click and the light changed to red, allowing two more cars to squeeze
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through.
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The first car slowed to a rough stop, almost going too far into
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the intersection. Inside the car, the air conditioner was on high, blowing
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into the face of the mayor. In one hand was a pen jotting down notes, and
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in the other a cell phone. Despite his status, no one recognized him in
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his Cadillac. He was on his way to a meeting with the police commissioner,
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and was already five minutes late.
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Pulling up next to him in a dark blue suburban, a woman in her
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mid forties pulled out her lipstick and began to apply it. In the seat
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next to her, her three year old son began yelling about being thirsty.
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The back seat was the playground for her six year old son and eight year old
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daughter. Behind the back seat were seven bags of groceries. They were
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on their way home to make dinner for John when he got home from his
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business meetings.
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In the third lane, a beat up chevy nova stopped several feet
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short of the white line. All of the windows were down allowing the hot
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air into the car. The man behind the wheel tapped his finger to the beat
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of the music, apparently dreading the heat of the day. Darting from
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side to side, his eyes couldn't stay in one place. He was still worried
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about being seen by someone that may recognize him for his actions last
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night. He had raped and beaten a 72 year old lady walking home from
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the local coffee shop.
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A loud screech sounded behind the Cadillac, and the driver cursed
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and yelled at the boy in the passenger seat. They were seated in a two door
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sports car that was the pride and joy of the driving father. He turned
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again to his son and cursed at the boy for making him take his eyes off
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the road. Reaching over, he placed his hand on the crotch of the boy
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and squeezed hard, making the boy yell out in pain. "I'm gonna punish you
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later for this boy".
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Pulling up behind the suburban, a black geo metro came to a quick
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stop. The twenty four year old driver looked all around him at the other
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vehicles before popping in another tape. Taking note of the screaming boy
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in the car next to him, he glared at the driver of the car to his left
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and sneered as they made eye contact. Shaking his head in disdain, he
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picked up his Oki and called his friend to tell him he would be a few
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minutes late to lunch. They were meeting to make plans for their next hack
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into another military computer in search of documents that should be open
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to the public.
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Behind the chevy nova, a young black man pulled up, smiling
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behind the wheel of his new Lexus. He had gotten his promotion to
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Regional Manager of the southwest, and had recieved a hefty bonus check
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as well as a significant pay raise. The new car was a gift to his new
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wife waiting at home. He had been with the company for only six years
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and seemed to be flying through the ranks due to his eight years of
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business administration in college. Things were going well for him.
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The next car rolled up behind the sports car and inched up slowly,
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as the driver waited for the light to change. He was still not used to
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driving in this state. He had moved here just last week after he watched
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local police and FBI break down his door in Ohio. He was wanted by the
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FBI for the killing of seven people at a convenience store in Maryland.
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He barely remembered that day, but was still on the run because of it.
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Behind the geo shaking from the music, a four door white sedan
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with government plates pulled to a steady stop. The driver's mission was
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surveillance, and nothing more. He was a twenty two year veteran of the
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secret service, and specialized in computer crime. He had been tailing
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the Cadillac for several miles, monitoring the cell phone conversation
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on his own cell phone. His main objective on this assignment was to prove
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that the mayor was laundering the cities money and dumping it into his own
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accounts in Switzerland.
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Twenty-four seconds had passed, and the light clicked to green
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allowing traffic to once again pass through the intersection. Almost
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as a group, the cars accelerated, heading toward their own direction,
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to live their lives as they wanted.
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by DisordeR
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= Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, etc etc... =
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