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@focusontracy-blog
“No, but you sure hinted at it. What you had said, doesn’t make any sense. For that to have happened, a lot of people would have found out. Nothing like that, stays small.”
Tracy shrugged. “You never know, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Are- are you calling me stupid now?”
“Did the words ‘hey, you’re stupid’ come out of my mouth? Cause, I don’t think they did. I’m just saying--just because not everyone, or a majority knows about something doesn’t mean it isn’t true. How you take that is your business.”
“I can call a friend of mine and see if it’s in the system,” she offered but her phone was already in hand and she had already texted them the request. Sophia looked around and shrugged a little, “In the mean time, you can help me move in if you want? Unless you have something to do of course.”
Tracy gave her a small smile and nodded. “Works for me--anything to find the bastard,” she said. “No, I can help. I mean, I can’t do any heavy lifting, but I can help with just about anything else,” she said with a smile.
“i fucked up — BIG time. i don’t think he’ll want me back after this. ”
“Why? Are you pregnant?” she asked jokingly.
martixns:
Ben couldn’t stand to hear her talk like that, grabbing her arm he spun her around looked her dead in the eyes. “There is nothing you could have done for him, Tracy! It’s not your fault, it never will be and it never has been! You are the most amazing, successful, beautiful, amazing girl I know are you listening to me?” He explained to her. “You know what I tell anyone who asks? I’ll never be as good as my girlfriend because she’s superwoman, and the only person who can make me happy. The wins don’t make me happy, Tracy, I don’t ever need another belt if i’ve got you.” He said, his eyes filling with tears.
“I could have! I heard him yelling, and I didn’t check on him! I thought he was just--just yelling at me, and I had a feeling that something was wrong, but I was so pissed off at him that I didn’t give a fuck what he was saying, and I didn’t check on him! When I did, there was a fucking knife in his throat, and I could have scared the bastard off that killed him if I’d just gone downstairs two minutes earlier, and I didn’t! It’s my fault, and that will live with me for the rest of my life!” she said, running her hands over her face as she sobbed. Tracy didn’t bother trying to stop the tears running down her face, she just let them fall in an endless stream. “You have no idea what you mean to me--you’re the only man that’s ever given me respect, the only man that’s ever really listened when I speak, or say what you mean and mean what you say. You are the only man that has ever made me feel loved and important and special, and I fall head over heels in love with you all over again every single day, and you are the only man that’s never taken advantage of me for pleasure, and the only man whose opinion I care about, and the only man I can see me spending the rest of my life with--I’m so sick and tired of the fighting, Ben, it hurts, it cuts like a knife, and it stresses me out, and with the situation I’m in I can’t handle the stress--I just want to stop fighting, Ben, I need the fighting to stop, please,” her voice cracked, resting her hands on his cheeks.
text to: wrong number
Bobby: Glad I'm so memorable
Tracy: seriously tho who is this
“No it’s not. Dont you think if it were true, it’d be all over the place, and that people would know?”
“Well it’s not my fault people don’t know. It’s also true that we actually use more than 10% of our brain, but people think that’s all we use. Like, a ton of people. That’s not all over the place, and even the moderately intelligent people know that.”
“It don’t?” Alaska shouted in surprise. “What does it mean then?” She felt a bit embarrassed, because she had being say those words a lot lately.
“It means ‘what the fuck’. So I guess you could be saying it right at times--but really, be careful. A lot of Italians around here. They can tell when you don’t know what you mean.”
“That’s not what ‘che cazzo’ means, oh my god,” Tracy said, leaning over on the couch, laughing. “Who the hell told you that?
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“I’m sure,” Sophia chuckled, lifting her hand from the furniture and rubbing her fingers together. She whirled around, a plan cropping up in head about what to do with the evidence file. She clapped her hands together cheerfully, a large grin on her face—it made her nauseous to be so perky but she was happy—and asked Tracy, “Do you know if your dad’s evidence is online? Or is it old enough that it’s still only a paper copy?”
“I don’t know--it was seven years ago, so it should be online, but I guess it’s not impossible to be on a paper file too,” she said. She wasn’t sure how the process worked. She knew that with her company they did everything online, but that was a law agency, not a police station.
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“She’s the first thing I think about when I wake up everyday. How is she? Does she miss me like I miss her? How do I get her back? And then another day without her begins.”
“Why don’t you try calling her? Maybe she feels the same way.”
text to: wrong number
Bobby: Still can't get the taste of you off my tongue
Tracy: .....scuse me?
Tracy: wait omg you're not the guy from danley's are you? because that was a month ago and i don't remember anyone's name or number.
she wasn’t from around here, that much was obvious from the way she’d been walking up and down the same street aimlessly for a good fifteen minutes – too stubborn to ask for help. “excuse me,” hensley says, tapping the person passing her a little too harshly in the process. admitting defeat was always a peeve of hers. “…there’s supposed to be a motel around here, isn’t there? like…right here.” that was as close to asking for directions as she was going to get.
Tracy turned towards the person that tapped her. “Actually, it’s two blocks up and a street over,” she said, fixing her ponytail. “Probably about a ten minute walk depending on traffic.”
“Then why would you say that. That’s- that has got to be one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard.”
“It might be dumb but it’s true.”
’ it’s almost one am and here i am singing fall out boy shovin’ popcorn down my throat. what an interesting start to the day, ’ he’s tired but cannot sleep. also really in the need of a good cup of coffee.
“Kay well do me a favor and don’t wake up the baby,” she said. “I’ll kick your ass, or kill you if she starts crying. Whichever seems more satisfying in the moment.”
Buttercup stared at the person across from her completely dumbstruck from what just fell from the other’s mouth. “You’re a complete moron.”
Tracy scoffed and furrowed her eyebrows. “I am not.”
