If skate decks could speak
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“Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched as she turned and shuffled towards the baked goods table, near where a fan stood on a stool. Suddenly, I felt a surge of anxiety as I imagined what would happen next.”
After a lost year and a long-distance move, an artist prepares to retake the stage.
“His name is Lil’ Soup. Nobody fucks with him. And here’s why.”