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cullen: i'm watching my brother tonight and i'm in waaaay over my head
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cullen: sos
cullen: do you know anything about babysitting?
cullen: i'm watching my brother tonight and i'm in waaaay over my head
"Does this look healed to you?” Augustus moved out his injured leg, pant rolled up to show the still red gash on his ankle. “I’ve been told not to run around but like, it’s almost spring. Of course ‘m gonna wanna run around. Doesn’t it look healed?”
“The plan will continue on, take care of any issues that may arise,” Ehren’s voice said sternly over the phone, sighing as he hung up. He adjusted his suit jacket after he slipped the phone into his pocket, turning behind him to look expectantly at the person that was there. “I’m sorry, terribly rude to talk on the phone when in company.”
❝ i LOVE seeing people who come into my work. they always give me this look of utter embarrassment and quickly walk by as if their shoelaces are the most interesting things in the world. it’s AMAZING. ❞
“There was a turtle who was trying to cross the road and cars kept driving by him,” Oisin said, slightly panicked just thinking about the little shelled animal trying to walk slowly across the concrete. “I almost got hit by a car trying to save him. I was scared for a minute to pick him up, I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
“i don’t what your thing for creative writing majors is, but i won’t be one for much longer if you keep leaning over my shoulder like that. you can read it when it’s finished, maybe.”
Benedict hit the prize machine a few times with the palm of his hand before groaning. Was there something he did wrong? He put in the two quarters, spun the wheel, and then... nothing. No prize ball, no piece of candy, nothing. Just a waste of fifty cents. As he heard a person approaching he turned around and looked at them. “——Hey, do you know if this thing is broken, or...?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to just how quiet this town can be. It’s a little unnerving not hearing airplanes or sirens every twenty minutes.”