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Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase CONTENTS Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One Epilogue A Note from the Author: * * * * 3.
Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase It was Thursday, which meant that we'd be having beef sludge for dinner. I never blamed Mom for not being Susie Homemaker. She was a server down at the Curbside Diner; had been for as long as I could remember, and I knew that she worked her ass off serving burgers and whatever else passed for food in that grease pit. Beef sludge was the one of the few meals she could manage on a workday.
Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase wifebeater, a pair of blue boxers, and black socks. "Who's been screwing with the DVR? I didn't record this crap! That fag boy's been touching my shit again!" That fag boy would be me.
Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase I grabbed the paper sack from the fridge, the one I knew without looking would contain two meatloaf sandwiches made from last night's leftovers, and shoved it into my backpack. I took a few quick gulps of milk from the container while I was in there, hidden by the fridge door, before closing it. After getting the obligatory peck on the cheek from Mom, I trotted out the kitchen door.
Changing Jamie by Dakota Chase called BJ Good by three generations of snickering students, was a squat, two-story, red brick building. It sprawled over a few acres of hilly ground in the center of town. The hills were pretty steep, which made them great for snowboarding in winter, but they sucked ass when spring rains turned them to mud.