The First Three Sentences of an Unfinished Choose-Your-Own Adventure Story Which Will Involve Chinese Food, A Truck Exploding, and a Brawl in Which Rocko Gets Hit on the Head with an Eggplant

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Sylvie steps out of the bodega and into a trio of Puerto Rican men gripping Newport 100s. They look up at her, a pale blonde in a blue raincoat.

“Gentlemen,” says Sylvie, her voice raising with her eyebrow on the last syllable.

Filed under Fiction on August 20th, 2003