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Stefan hated the fifties.
He hated the dance styles. He hated the hair. He hated the clothes. Pretty much the only thing he actually liked about the fifties were the cars, and since he’s crash landed there from a future Chicago, he couldn’t really afford one. True, he could probably compel one away, but he’s trying to be good. He’s wasn’t very good at being good, even when he was clean and sober and on the bunny blood diet, but that’s not what’s important.
The important thing is that Stefan is in the fifties. This is going to suck.
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943 words
He hated the dance styles. He hated the hair. He hated the clothes. Pretty much the only thing he actually liked about the fifties were the cars, and since he’s crash landed there from a future Chicago, he couldn’t really afford one. True, he could probably compel one away, but he’s trying to be good. He’s wasn’t very good at being good, even when he was clean and sober and on the bunny blood diet, but that’s not what’s important.
The important thing is that Stefan is in the fifties. This is going to suck.
( *** )
943 words
