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I had trouble drifting asleep that night, and when the alarm on my watch silently awoke me, I slipped out of bed, changing into my work clothes before heading downstairs, grabbing a suit jacket before grabbing my computer bag, hopping in the Corvette before driving over to work. |
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My day was long, consisting of drinking everything down and meetings every hour with even more idiotic clients----paid well, though. Eventually afterwards I slipped back into the car, jacket getting tossed into the passenger's seat, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, and top button undone so I could finally breathe. I pulled out of the lot, heading to the liquor store before picking up a few refills. |
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-I just need to get the 'we need to talk' out of the way, say things aren't working out, move on.- I pulled into the driveway. -I don't want to end the relationship though, I love her.- I parked. -'Relationship', yeah, funny. Maybe the scraps of one.- The engine silenced as I got out. -Scraps can be put together to make a whole.- My hand grabbed the doorhandle. -Yeah, and scraps can also be welded with a crappy job, and in the end, the product is even worse than it was before.- |
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Emily was up now, in the kitchen, cooking them both dinner--his favorite meal, in fact. |
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-Shit..- I thought, walking in the door and starting to put my things away, hesitating for a moment. "We uh.....we need to talk about some stuff." |
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"Hey, babe" She chirped, setting a plate at his spot, then hers. "What's up?" |
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-And now it's back to normal for her, and still lagging for me.- "It's just. . . I feel like. . . there's something off between us? I don't really know what exactly but, is it just me or is it the same for you?" I asked, avoiding her gaze. |
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