Spencer and Sal had known each other for as long as either could remember, but had only been friends since middle school. Spencer grew up in a subdivision of well-manicured lawns and streets named after wildflowers. Sal lived across the thoroughfare, on a block populated by run-down apartment buildings and small, five-room houses with weed-choked lawns strewn with broken plastic toys and battered lawn furniture.
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The Dirty Kids – Part One (of Seven)
Spencer sat at the wheel of the Honda Civic his father had given him as a high school graduation present, holding an open eight-ounce bottle of Maximum Strength Robitussin in his lap. It was mid-October—homecoming Saturday at the State University—and he had the engine running in the parking lot of a drugstore about a half mile off campus.
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