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it was grimy and dirty and all I could think looking around it was this was hardly the place to be meeting someone. I knew what it would look like when she walked in, too. The guy behind the counter could barely contain his leer when he handed me my key. I know what he was thinking, but it doesn't matter. Not really. What mattered was that she brought the information, and that the information was what I needed. Damn anyone else's thoughts.
Ice cream had never seemed so suspicious, but I knew they were up to no good. It hadn't been long since the last time they tried to pull some trick, and I knew they were involved in something suspicious.
it rose higher and higher, as mist does. Floating above the crowd and blocking out the little light left in the sky.
I could hear it from the other room. The noise was quiet, but harsh, scratching across the floor like the wake of a Dickens's ghost.
I've fallen out of bed, and that is exactly how I figure this day is going to go. Too early, unanticipated, and just a little painful (but not painful enough to complain about, just dull ache sort of painful). It's not an optimistic start, but oh well.
It's regular, normal, boring even. If you don't believe me, you should see it for yourself. Nothing extraordinary about it, nothing worth going to see twice. It's simply dull.
He was military, that much was for certain. Despite the lack of uniform, you could see it in the way he held himself, shoulders back and chest forward, arm curved and ever ready for a potential salute.
Without sleep, I feel my eyes growing tired.
Without a darkness, I know I can't sleep.
Without blinds, I can't get darkness.
Without money I can't get blinds.
Without a job, I can't get money.
When I'm tired, it's hard to get a job.
I am forever without.
how hilarious. The word would be wash, while the highly inconvenient man installs a towlebar in our bathroom. I wish he wasn't here. I wish that i had the house to myself...well, not really to myself, but you get the idea. GRRRRR.
"I'm just saying," he leaned against the doorway, "you should really consider maybe going to the gym more often."
"Why?" I looked in the mirror at my skinny arms, "...okay."
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