It was early evening in mid May and a warm spring breeze flowed through Trevor's bedroom window. His favorite rock station blared from the speakers and subwoofer of his desktop computer. He lounged in a beanbag, blasting his friends to smithereens and getting obliterated in turn as they enjoyed a deathmatch session before dinner. Trevor knew he would need to wrap it up soon. He could smell the Mexican seasoning, sizzling meat and the salsa emanating from downstairs. It was taco night in the Marshall household and all was right with the world. Trevor was in that special time and place...
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