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"You have a choice," the voice boomed loud in his ears, "to stay in this time and live as you are, or to be reborn with your memories and choose new life paths based on the knowledges gained in this past life."
Stewart stumbled to a wall, pushing against it with his upper back.
Jason screeched, his willowy frame entirely hidden underneath the blankets on the bed his parents provided him. Dry leaves scratched against the bay window adjacent from his closet.
The skyscape from the top of her condo didn't allow Kim to feel any personal attachment to the people in her city. It showed buildings and lights, speeding cars, boats on the lake. She knew every street curve in sight, but she couldn't tell you her neighbors name.
Her days were filled with letters from different clients, all hoping her companies estimates had been wrong. She set the priority clients in one pile for someone higher up the ranks than her to handle. The mid-level clients were her correspondences.
"I would enjoy working with letters more if they were delivered by bird." She thought, a flash of smile lifting her eyebrows. The corners of her mouth remained as if stone.
His arms were spindly. A decade ago they lost their muscular shape and a decade before that his tattoos nearly glistened. They were stretched so tight on his bulky arms, before. Health was still with him, but it looked a lot different now.
The alarm on Kelly's phone chimed. She fumbled in her pocket, a small attempt at smiling on her face. It was a poor apology to the patrons at her library. They weren't even looking at her anymore. Phone still shrieking, she ducked under the information desk to silence it and grab her bag in unison.
Chuckling, they flipped to the next page.
"What are you kids doing?"
They closed the album and scrambled to slide it under their parents bed before their mother could walk in the room.
"Nothing!"
She turned the corner before it was completely hidden.
The cabin echoed as they entered. High ceilings with wooden beams running the length of their investment shouted "Welcome to your new home!" back at them in Raul's voice. It was dusty and as the echo persisted, he looked at his fiancee sheepishly and ruffled his hair.
"It needs some work."
No one pays attention to intersectionality. They all follow their one marching order, proud to have a cause. The grass is yellow everywhere, bubs.
There was only one way this conversation was going to happen and it was if Rick slid out from his booth and walked up to her. He did. The words gurgled in the base of his throat. She laughed at whatever that dick Bryan was saying and Rick threw his arms onto the bar instead. He could talk her tomorrow, when he was sober. He didn't want it to happen this way anyway.
"One more bourbon please."
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