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From the outside, it was bland and ugly. A huge, grey block of a building, fully one hundred and fifty feet on a side, and about one hundred feet tall, it sat there with nothing aesthetic to recommend it. Some sort of heavy machinery, like large air conditioning units, covered the roof, and from the street, only one, small door was visible. There were no windows on any of it's unadorned sides, and only a smallish brass plaque gave any clue as to the contents.

"I have had it with her!"

When Helia screams like that, it means that she had a run in with Arlene. I came out of the kitchen just in time to see Helia's favorite lycra top give up the ghost, and explosively release her well over 68GG bustline. I had to duck to keep from getting hit in the eye by the elastic shrapnel.

"Oh wow," I said finally, "What happened?"

Jeanne Guilder sat on a bench off the arena's main floor, trying to keep her nerves from getting to her. She looked up at the scoreboard and winced at the numbers looking back down at her. In an improbable turn of events, it all came down to her and she was in a position to win it all. It would take one hell of an effort, but it was within reach just enough that the idea of losing - no longer the slam-dunk certainty that it once was - tied her stomach in knots.

“Come on, Amy, I’ve been waiting for almost an hour for you!”

Amy grimaced and leaned out of her bedroom door. “That’s because you chose to get ready early!” she yelled back.

Julia sighed in exasperation and checked herself in the mirror one more time. This was going to be the first party of summer break, and she didn’t want to go without achieving absolute facial perfection. She held her deep brown hair back in a faux-ponytail to gauge how well it would look. She decided against it, and let it hang loose to her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and turned around again.