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Gianna nodded slowly, bringing her gaze to Lucy once more. ❝ Alright… Just say the word and I’ll have him out of here. ❞
❝ That’s sweet, really. But I can handle myself. ❞ Lucy was getting frustrated now. She was anything but weak, she didn’t need anyone to look out for her. And it was a hell of a time for someone to offer, after all she had been through.
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“Well, since you’re twisting my arm. I’ll let you pay this time. Next time, it’ll be my turn, but don’t expect anything flashy.” she giggled. “So how was your day?”
“Oh, I won’t. I don’t like anything fancy. I love Chinese food, pizza, burritos, and anything that can be made in a microwave.” Gwendolyn smiled. “Oh, it was really gross we had a patient today with a broken tibia sticking right through his leg. You could see the bone, among other things.”
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“No, no, no.” Mariah said shaking her head. “I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll definitely go half on the pizza and soda.” she nodded.
“If you insist, but I’ve had so many extra shifts at the hospital I have some cash to spare.”
❝ and what did you do, hm? stood back and watched? wait, i know, you whipped out your phone and put it on facebook. typical. ❞
❝ no, i wasn’t there at the time. the nurse calls me and tells me my brother had a stroke and he can’t move the left side of his body. he had to go through so much physiotherapy, man. he stills walks with a cane. ❞
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“ Are you sure? I don’t even know what happened. This is the exact reason why I don’t drive.” Alex normally had a good attention span, it was only when she had a lot on her mind did it change. Realizing something, the female stood back and questioned,” Wait and minute, are you that girl from that place?”
“It’s alright. Nobody’s hurt so whatever, you know?” She bit her lip. “That girl from that place? Which place?” McKenna asked. She had a good idea that it might be the strip club she worked at, because she wasn’t really known for much else and she couldn’t say she remembered Alex from anywhere.
❝ i prefer my coffee without a dash of bullshit ❞
❝ no, i swear it happened. i mean sure i know it’s hard to believe a guy in his twenties could have a stroke, but you have no idea how much cocaine he was snorting. ❞
“ Oh my god! I swear I didn’t mean it, I didn’t even see you there. Are you okay?”
“Oh, shit!” McKenna said. Her instinctive reaction was to swear at anything that surprised her, even though Alex bumping into her really wasn’t a big deal at all. McKenna was a big cusser. “No, it’s okay. Sorry I was totally zoned out I wasn’t paying attention.”
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She steps between the female and the male, dark eyes narrowing as her head tilts to the side. ❝ Is he bothering you, sweetheart? I can have him removed, if need be. ❞
Lucy smiled at Gianna. “It’s quite alright. I know how to handle myself. I’ve handled a lot more dangerous men than Vinny.”
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“I got a A on my final paper. I think we should celebrate with pizza and soda. We’re going to get super crazy tonight.”
“That’s A-mazing. Great idea. Pizza and soda are both on me, you earned it.”
JULIETTE: these midterms are going to be the death of me JULIETTE: i’m so tired already JULIETTE: and i still have a paper to write tonight JULIETTE: i need you to either bring me coffee or give me some other motivation to bust it out
GWENDOLYN: I just finished my shift at the hospital so coffee is on the way! GWENDOLYN: I hope that’s enough motivation.
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He smiled, “I wasn’t going to accuse you of racism but thanks for the confirmation, Bella. I’d be fine with that, we don’t have to paint the things back to white so not our problem. We need to get everything.”
“White is a really boring color for walls, unless you’re going for like a modern aesthetic with all kinds of stainless steel and super minimalist. Okay, shopping list: everything. That’s my kind of list.”
He shrugged, sighing at the same time. “He hisses at her a lot. I had to cry for an hour to get her to let me keep him.” They barely had enough food for themselves, adding a cat to the mix probably wouldn’t be smart. But Buttercup got the parts of animals they didn’t eat and he caught mice and the occasional rat. He fed himself just fine.
Peter just hoped Mrs. Mellark wasn’t in the bakery as he walked and fiddled with the strap on his bag. She hated kids from the Seam, especially the ones that dug through her trash to try to find something. As much as he wanted to deny it, his family’s been that desperate for a little while. So he hoped that he didn’t see her and she didn’t see him. If she did, she’d probably kick him out of the bakery and probably scream at him until he was halfway home.
“Wow, you cried for a whole hour?” Emma asked. That took dedication. “I don’t usually cry for more than ten minutes, and then I feel better.”
Emma didn’t notice that Peter looked nervous. She was sometimes oblivious to those sorts of things. “There, I see the bakery!” She said.
“I know the tedious need to turn all you love into hate," October said. (Hope this is OK!)
“That’s not true. That’s not true at all.”
“Okay. Okay, but you’re not going to fall apart. You’re not.” She gently shook her head, bracing October’s shoulders carefully. “Your goal is to have a goal. Yes? That’s no bad thing, necessarily.”
“Okay. I’ll just try to deal with the fact that there’s no steps to follow to get to that goal.” October sighed. “I guess this is a whole new step for me. A breakthrough even.”
“Really? Alright, well besides that, we need to furnish the guest bedroom, get the paint for the rooms we’re painting, bathroom decor, and I guess what ever decorations we want for the rest of the house.”
“What colors do we need? Should we paint an entire room black? I swear that’s not racist it’s just aesthetic. Maybe we could do the hot pink. Bathroom decor? Like are we talking plungers or potpourri?”
