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『Independent OC. This blog runs under a trigger warning for cancer and chemo/radiation therapy.』 Skylar Ivanovic Doctor | Patient | Fighter

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pastisproof:

    “Guess you could say that. Just finished my first day at my new job. Pretty great shit.”

      "New job, huh? What would that be? -- If it's alright for me to be curious, I mean."

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pastisproof:

    “You sure catch on quick, don’t you? But no worries. I am fully aware that I look like shit.”

      "Oh. Well, sorry for my forwardness all the same. -- Had a rough day, then?"

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pastisproof replied to your post:

"… if this is you flirting, I’ve gotta break it to you—"

      "Clever. -- But, no; this was just me sharing my likely unwanted opinion."

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       "You look worse for wear... --"

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just when you think that you’re in control just when you think that you’ve got a hold just when you get on a roll here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again

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lucychatterly:

    “Ohhhh,” she laughs herself. "That makes more sense. Y’ain’t gon’ eat that last slice then?" She’s already eyeing it up.

      "Go for it." Aaand... --

     -- there goes another glass of wine. He's pretty sure that's not how he's supposed to drink it, but he's too far gone to care.

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lucychatterly:

    “Y’ate too much Jesus?”

                Someone misheard that.

      He tells himself not to laugh-- which eventually results in a somewhat ugly chortle. "Nooo. I ate too much pizza. Jesus. It was j-just an exclamation."

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lucychatterly:

    “Fine with me,” she smiles, grabbing a couple of glasses from the cupboard and heading back through to the living room.

            About an hour-an hour and a half later, the two are seated on the couch-- and Sky feels as though his stomach is about to burst. The bottle is also empty-- though that might just be Sky's fault, mainly.

    "Luce... -- I ate too much. Jesus."

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lucychatterly:

    “Pretty perfect,” she nods. “Y’wanna pick a bottle? I’ll get some glasses. Uh, not the ‘98 on the left though.”

      "Sure." So he pivots on his heels, opens the door to the according cabinet, and pulls out a bottle after having read some of the labels. -- He's not all that picky. "How's this one?"

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detomalley:

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"— What?"

    “I—”  Nope. Nope. Don’t say it.         "Really need some coffee."

     "Is that really all?             -- Not that making you some coffee is going to be a problem, but-- yeah."

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lucychatterly:

    “If y’insist,” she smiles, inputting the number into her phone and placing the order. “Should be ‘bout a half hour.”

    "Okay," he gives with a wide smile. "I hate to be sounding like a guy dependent on alcohol-- because I'm not-- but how does wine sound to you right now?"

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lucychatterly:

    “I love pineapple,” she assures him, moving across the room to grab the phone before joining him again. “One load ‘a fries or two?”

    There's a silence, seemingly contemplative, but the decision is quickly made. "Two. -- My treat, alright?"

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lucychatterly:

    “Yeah, that’s the one,” she answers. “I ain’t picky so whatever y’feel like.”

      "How do you feel about pizza Hawaii? -- I ordered one of those a while back after a coworker told me to order whatever only to find out the one thing he can't stand is pineapple, so I figure it's best to play safe and ask."

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lucychatterly:

    “God, yeah, me too. Uhhhh… try that drawer f’me— behind ya.”

     "-- Got it. I think. Is it the Frank Grisanti one?"

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