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He punched me so hard that I stumbled back four feet and my head smacked the wall. My vision was blurry; head pounding, I barely felt him yank me up by the shirt...but I felt the full force of the back of his right hand against my cheek.
We all wear different hats. Some people where a different hat once a day...some people change hats multiple times in a day...some in a matter of hours...minutes. Forget masks...what about hats?
"It is probable that you won't survive."
"I'm quite aware of that."
........
"You might die."
"Yes, I know."
"No....you don't understand. You probably will die. You're not expected to come back."
"Just gimme the damn papers and we'll see about that."
Whoa!
This reminds me of Riders in the Sky shows...the ones that they'd film. Because they'd do these flashback scenes for some reason...and they'd put squiggly lines and make the picture all wobbly.
At least I think it was them.
"I want you to get close to him, St. Clare."
"How do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean."
The woman was silent for moment.
"Forgive my question, Commissioner...but isn't he one of our own?"
"Your mission is not to question your orders, Agent...it is to carry them out. Do you understand?"
The woman frowned.
"Yes. Thank you Sir."
"Dismissed."
"Fences keep things out."
"Yes...but they also keep things in. It's kind of like the glass of water...is it half full or half empty?"
"I've always thought of it as empty."
Miles is a good friend of mine. I've known him for a very long time...back when he was a scrawny little country boy who played little league baseball and had a rat-tail haircut. Now he's a model in New York City, but he's still the same old sweet-hearted Miles. Just hotter...and without the rat-tail.
Near.....far....where-eeeeeever you are....
K. That's quite enough of that.
I've never seen that movie. Titanic that is. All I've seen of it is part of the Jack death scene when Rose says "I won't let go!" and then like...twenty minutes later AFTER HE WOULD HAVE GONE INTO HYPOTHERMIC SHOCK in real life...she lets go. Wench. So much for true love.
Oh...and I saw all this while standing in line at Sam's Club. Go figure.
"But I thought you said we were made for each other."
"Well...I lied."
He stood there in silence as she picked up her purse from the kitchen table and put her coat over her arm. He looked at the hand she put out.
"Goodbye Adam."
"What am I, your maid?"
"No...but you are my woman."
I slapped his stupidly grinning face and grabbed my coat, yelling back at his suddenly angry inquiry of 'where the hell I thought I was going'. I yanked the keys from the rack by the door and slammed into the car, peeling out of the driveway as he stumbled drunkenly out the front door.
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