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helen

helen

helen drinks a lot. in fact, she does everything a lot, considering she’s 19. she regularly shags the pool boy, because that’s what you do when your parents spend most of the year away. she shags 4 or 5 other boys, not so regularly. not that she notices, as every shag feels pretty much the same when you don’t leave the gin-induced hazy bubble you live in 12 hours a day.
what she really loves is driving around the property in one of her father’s 4×4s, speeding the beers until the world comes to a stand still and she passes over the steering wheel.
she doesn’t go out much, she doesn’t see the point.

helen died at 20, ran over by a fleeing bank robber in front of a 7/11.

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