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"Pork barrel" my political-scientist(ish) brain uses this term to define you.
You seem to provide all of us with your sex, your alluring and even sometimes kind words... still, no one benefits particularly from these privileges; even more: there is no cooperative, long-term relationship among us. You come as you please; we accept you, ecstatically, everytime.
Shows: a trigger word. He had tried his hardest to keep her away from anything that reminded her about her past life, her broken dream. Just reading that word was enough for her to have another breakdown. And he held her, kept her by his side as she wept uncontrollably.
"Stay here with me; I love you" - he whispered in her ear
Nope. Not feeling it. It's añmost impossible to be inspired (or at least coherent) when you have been mostly sleeping and eating in the last hours. There is no struggle... but I did watch There Will Be Blood. Genius. My time's up.
Does it mean current, contemporary? Or is my spanish-as-a-mother-language showing? Well, so that you know, I am olimpically failing at trying to become a human being with decent writing abilities... and spanglish is oficially in the dictionary.
Her belongings were scattered across the floor; she rushed to his arms, desperate for comfort. She cried like she had not cried in years, over affairs beyond her maturity level, over her chronic dissatisfaction with life, over her constant loneliness... but also cried for finally having someone to share her pain with.
"I've become a cliché" - she thought disgusted - "I'm finally one of those lucky people who need people" - she thought as she grasped him tightly.
Her belongings are scattered across the floor; she rushed to his arms, desperate for comfort. She cried like she had not cried in years, over affairs beyond her maturity level, over her chronic dissatisfaction with life, over her constant loneliness... but also cried for finally having someone to share her pain with.
"I've become a cliché" - she thought disgusted - "I'm finally one of those lucky people who need people" - she thought as she grasped him tightly.
"You knew it couldn't last past this season" - he said, trying to sound cold but actually letting his voice break. He wasn't ready to say goodbye.
"I don't have to go; I can stay..." - she said as she ran to him and threw her arms around him
"I am not going to be the person who distracts you from becoming who you've always craved to be..."
It took her only five seconds to spot her from distance. Attraction is particularly high not only for the object of affection but also for the center of her hatred. She had always envied her casualness, her effortless perfection. She could perfectly pull off a t-shirt and jeans. She hated her for that.
"Due to a clear lack of motiviation, your application has been declined"
She smiled as she read his note. She loved his unnecessary formal register.
He had just refused to go for some coffee. Minutes later, he asked her to go for some ice-cream instead.
"How long will we keep playing this game: pretending not to be interested in each other?" - she though as she tried her hardest to look effortlessly casual.
Determined. She was not sure what it meant: the fact that her mind was made up; she need to back off, tu run away from him. Or was it that meeting him was actually the Gods' design?
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