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Mateo signed up for the local gym and he had had a successful first day but he rushed out of the showers still covered in sweat and in a full state of panic “Oh God, one of my professors is in the showers. I need bleach for my eyes, do you know where I can get some?”
Oh don’t mind my hair, I kind of feel like Medusa right now. Don’t gaze into my eyes you might turn into stone.
“it must be the amount of alcohol i’ve consumed, but you do look good tonight. What can i get you? it’s on the house.”
“Listen, I love my daughter. I really do, but the moments I get to myself are the fucking best. I get to cuss and smoke and eat whatever the hell I want. Again, I love Lola, but I sure as hell missed feeling this free.”
“I am just as surprised as you are.......yes, it is an actual party. I will probably be home early, please keep a close eye on her. She likes to eat a lot....and make a lot of messes....and do NOT let her near the paint.” Eddie looked up from his cellphone, telling the babysitter good bye and good luck before hanging up. “I am so sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.” He eyed the other person carefully, tilting his head. “Where you eavesdropping? Probably sounded like a weird one way conversation.”
“how is it this cold in june??” the wind was making her shiver in her thin jacket. jamie inhaled the smoke from her cigarette, in hopes it would feel her body with warmth. “i'm pretty sure i'm going to freeze to death soon. aren't you??”
“I had a dream tonight where I did a shooting with so many kittens all around me and they were so fluffy and warm and that is my best thing from the week,” the young boy excitedly declared to the group gathered outside a closed bar, not particularly focused on any possible responses and instead reminiscing the cuteness created by his subconscious.
“god, i am never ever drinking again-- i might just become a monk and move to a tiny mountaintop town, where hangovers don’t exist,” aiden leaned back against the couch, only moving his face just enough to look at the person in front of him. “is that a thing? becomemonk.com?”
