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Pools. Oh for God's sake, no! Everyone thinks of that! Come up with something original for Christ's sake. I don't know what you're talking about.

inept

Stop it. Stop laughing at me. I'm sorry. It's just- you are completely incapable of doing this job. Whatever made you think you would be able to do this. He didn't answer. He just stared until she fell silent. Then he picked up his hat and quietly left.

She couldn't stop laughing. He didn't understand what about his act had struck as so funny. It bothered him though he didn't understand that either. Was she amused or mocking? In truth she didn't know why either. Never did.

Peeled to the bone...Noth.Ing.Left. Is that all you got? No. No. Is that all you HAVE got? If you're going to ask rude questions at least use good grammar. And she turned back to her potatoes and staring out the window across the valley.

"Anything?!" "No, not yet! It's murky as hell down there! It's going to take us the rest of the week to find him! IF he is down there!" "Damn. Alright. Let's pull it in for the day people. It's nearly dark. Not gonna find anything in the dark."

Ha! Recovery... Pffff! I spit in the notion's face! Sometimes, MOST of the time, "recovery" is nothing more than a myth. Something mothers tell the children of their alcoholic husbands to help them sleep at night. The children? No. The mothers.

"You just need a little practice. That's all. Don't beat yourself up." "I wasn't planning on it", I thought to myself. I don't know why I didn't say it out loud. Looking back, I should have. Mr. Gommore would have greatly benefitted from hearing it.

fence

He was leaning against the weather worn grey fence. Picking his nails with a pocket knife. Who does that anymore? What, did he think himself the long lost member of the Lost Boys? I found him irritating the moment I saw him and that feeling has never gone away.

"Earrings?!" Marian let out an exasperated sigh. With head in hand she walked over to the liquor cabinet, skillfully poured herself a scotch and gazed distantly out the lace curtained window as she gently sipped her drink.

vocal

Always. Always? Always. Never have I known Eve to not be "vocal". And I was there the day she was born. Her mother's birthing coach. Ah. I see. Yes. Always.

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