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jacket that covered her tattooed arms, but once the jacket came off they knew who she was. Her online photos were an homage to every tattoo she had gotten, each one telling a story of her life and journey.
                  They all introduce themselves, made small chitchat. Karen being the little devil she was, ordered them two cups of coffee, she bragged about how this was the best cup of coffee they'd ever taste in their life, they believed the con and they were eager to drink it down the moment it sat in front of them, and drank they did, thus becoming acquainted with the worst coffee in the world. Peewee’s eyes tear up from the taste. She laughed hysterically as Jamie fought to swallow it down. Of course, they got the last laugh as she was push into doing a shot herself, as Jamie said. “ This group flies and dies together.” Words had never sounded more pure and truthful in Karen’s life. So, down it went. The taste alone was like drinking a bottle of cat piss, and the moment it made its way down your stomach, you couldn't help but scratch the side of your belly as it stung your inside. All of this made her ponder whoever was making this fresh brew of joe was a sinister bastard who was extracting revenge on some heinous crime that was done to him or her.
                  They shouted and yelled like maniacs for the thirst of adventure as they ran into the parking lot and into Peewee‘s vehicle, three strangers driving in a broken down 1992 mustang with  the worn-out hot rod color, going down the Jersey Turnpike. Taking photos like tourist, pointing, laughing, having a good time. It was as if they’ve knew each other for years, long lost friends that vanished through the cracks of time, finally reunited again.
                  “ How is that possible, could it be true? ” Karen ponder as they drove. “ I don’t care, I’m living in the moment.” She mumbled to herself as the wind blew in her face. Never picturing herself to find this warmth that had eluded her for so long.
                  They spent all day pouring through evidence, playing detectives, looking at all the angles, coming up with charts of all the places the victims had last been seen, even talking to random strangers who had something to say. They even began to name suspects, none if it was concrete, just three people putting together fragments of ideas and theories. Peewee had concluded that the girls had been taken by a tribe of Vampires living somewhere in New Jersey, it was the only way he could explain the draining of their blood. “ They might have wanted a drink on the way back!” He said as Jamie and Karen laughed, he pleaded his case. “ I‘m not joking, I saw this thing on Youtube where a tribe of vampires still exist.” It was an insane conclusion, but they were detectives at work, they had to run down every scenario, no matter how Transylvania it got.
                  They drove hours on end around the same spot, though to these three souls it didn’t seem that long, before they knew it night had come.
                  Peewee found himself in the need of a bathroom break after drinking down a 40.ounce big gulp soda at a gas station on their first pit stop. He parked the car on the highway and ran behind the bushes to urinate. Both Karen and Jamie exited the car to stretch their legs, but Karen wasn’t prepared for the question that stilled left her puzzled to this day, “ What Musketeer are you ? ” Jamie asked pointing her finger at Karen, with the blue moon light shining down on her.
                  “ I am Porthos! “ Shouted Peewee behind the bushes as he urinated.
                  “ I don’t know which one I am, I’m not familiar with the Musketeers.” Karen said rubbing her hands against her arms for warmth, as the cold night air breezed down on them.
                  “ What Musketeer does Karen strike you as,