Dustin Drake Delaware and the Boy Who Cared Not What They Say

Chapter 8:  A mattress?  Really?

Chapter 8: A mattress? Really?

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Dustin really wanted to go home.  Or, more specifically, he really didn’t want to be sitting in his English teacher’s living room, listening to both of Allan’s parents reminiscing about their many adventures while camping.  They thought they were being sly with all of their hidden meanings and dirty grins and wobbly eyebrows, but Dustin

Chapter 7: Can you please hold my wiener?

Chapter 7: Can you please hold my wiener?

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“Dustin! Someone’s at the door for you!” shouted Brice, Dustin’s ten-year-old brother. Dustin wasn’t expecting anyone.  No one liked him anymore.  “Who is it?!” he yelled back as he put down the book he was reading to him mother. “How should I know?!” Brice yelled with impatience.  “Come on, I’m gonna die!” “Okay, I’m coming,”

Chapter Four: Your house smells like…

Chapter Four: Your house smells like…

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“I’m having a ‘Stand By Me’ moment, Dusty,” Allan stared into Dustin’s eyes, his lower lip was trembling as a single tear rolled down his cheek.  “You gotta help me, man.” “What are you talking about?”  Dustin cautiously moved closer.  “What’s going on?” “A leech!”  Allan bawled and stomped his feet, in an attempt to

Chapter Two: The Sun Tickles

Chapter Two: The Sun Tickles

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A sandwich fell from the heavens and onto Dustin’s lap.  He had meant to leave, and nearly did several times, but realized he didn’t have anywhere else to go.  He figured he no longer had any friends, a notion that was easily reinforced by the lack of received texts on his phone, and there was