Legend of Tory Adore 11: Two Rows


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Right on time, too: 4:03 AM, according to the almanac. O Sumo Garcia-Murry, or OSGM for short. But nobody said that. That sounded stupid.

O was the perfect person to bind this team together. Even Con felt braver when she showed up, nodding to everyone until her head wobbled uncontrollably and she had to break out the duct tape. Good old O. She was the fourth member of the crew, but she had a connection that was worth a lot. A tough old drug dealer from the CVS that had closed last Labor Day, Shank Stit-Fisk was wary in the ways of medication and cough drops. He made the drops himself, dressed in a sharkskin shark costume and a billowing sailcloth pinafore. Each person dasn't laugh at that.

And that was that. Good old O, Shank, and the others I can't remember the names of right now: a full crew, led by the peerless Pips, the Constantine of the Jet Set. And so it would be.

After a couple of loud arguments, the teams stood facing each other in two rows of people. Larry wasn't there. Good. What a jerk he was.

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I couldn't ever stand Larry.

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