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   Kyle Andreas Schmid-Sloane. Thirty-four orbits around that burning ball of fire. Insanely adoring husband to a gummy bear that looks a lot like a grizzly. Proudest daddy in the universe to the four sweetest cubs (with another on the way). A little bit gypsy. So called professional, but you be the judge. [Not at all the real Kyle Schmid. This blog is for creative/rp purposes only and absolutely no disrespect is intended.]  

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[text] I love you!

[text] I love you too. 

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[text] Perfect. See you soon, gorgeous 💙

[text] See you soon.

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[text] Hey, baby. It’s really hot today... I was thinking beach day with the pack? I bet Bambi he wouldn’t get up on a surf board, and you & Fish would be the ones to make him.

[text] Sure, we’ll be there. 

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text: Mouse

Bear: I love you...

Mouse: Love you too.

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text: Mouse

Bear: I’ll be waiting on the bench.

Bear: Can I take Amigo out when we get home?

Mouse: Yeah, sure.

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text: Mouse

Bear: I’m done. When you’re ready. I don’t want to be here anymore, I want to come home...

Mouse: I'll be there in a few minutes.

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text: Mouse

Bear: This is why I didn’t want to fucking tell you, Kyle. Because I know you. Because we were doing good and now this is going to hang over you. That’s what I told Naseri and Shaw, and what I said in this stupid fucking letter I’m writing... I didn’t want you to know. This answer didn’t bring you peace. It brought you pain and anger and fear. Like I told you it would.

Bear: I’m so fucking sick of you suffering for my fucking failures.

Mouse: Stop, Bear. Just stop. I don't want to do this with you. I don't want to fight.

Mouse: I asked for the truth. Now I know. Let's just move on.

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text: Mouse

Bear: I thought I could. At the time. Because I wasn’t thinking straight.

Mouse: No...

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[text] Both doctors told me it wouldn’t have made anything easier. They said it would hurt you worse. But at the time... I just... i was trying to figure out to protect you and the kids from what I was going to do...

[text] You can’t fucking protect anyone if you’re not fucking here. You honestly don’t get that? You’re not that fucking dumb. 

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[text] I chose the train tracks... because a train wouldn’t leave a body. There’d have been nothing to identify... and I thought... maybe... if you didn’t have to live through that... you and the kids wouldn’t hate me for being so fucking weak and broken. I thought it would be easier... not seeing what I did to myself. Because you deserve better than someone who promises to protect you and then... breaks.

[text] ...no. You... [text] That’s what you thought would make it easier? Having nothing to fucking say goodbye to? [text] Burying an empty casket, that’s easier? [text] Fuck that... 

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[text] Yes. Love... it is...

[text] Just say it.

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[text] You need to promise me you will go see Dr. Shaw first thing in the morning first. There’s no way around it. I’ll tell you... if you’re sure you want to know. But you have to promise. Because you’re going to need her. Because I know you, I know this is going to hurt you. So. That’s the compromise. You want the answer, promise me.

[text] Is it really that bad? [text] ...fine. 

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[text] You really want to know why that’s where?

[text] Yeah. 

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[text] Why were you at the tracks that day?

[text] I was trying to understand... why there... of all the ways, why so violently... 

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[text] it’s not everyone else. Indie and I had similar experiences and my doctor MAKES me talk to him. I have to do what I’m told or they make me go back. I’m scared of what it would do to you. I’m terrified. Because you only were able to save Indie because you were at the tracks...

[text] Don’t leave me to form my own conclusions, Bear... just tell me. 

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[text] I’d want to know. I did... when I thought... [text] It’s not that simple. Indie and I talked about something today, and then I talked to my doctor from the hospital about it and I just... [text] I wouldn’t even know HOW to tell you this.

[text] You can talk to everyone but me about it? How is that fair? 

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[text] I know you. Knowing that... won’t bring you peace. It’ll keep you up and make you sick and mad.

[text] Wouldn’t you want me to tell you? Flip the tables for a minute, put yourself where I am. Wouldn’t you need to know?