PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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He lay in bed, in the semi darkness, the room only illuminated by the soft green glow of the stereo dial. The volume was turned down so the room was silent save for the occasional, quiet passing of other students in the hall. Janice, who was starting to become a thing, had knocked softly on…