one four nine bolt

The walk away was far more terrible then he would ever imagine.

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She looked at the slinky black dress. Size 14. She thought miserably to herself while glancing back at her smooth, protruding love handles.

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She stood there. Soul wide open. Taking him in.

He stood there, looking her up and down.

She knew what he decided when

He turned his gaze to the floor.

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She stared at the screen unaware that there was someone on the other side of the hall watching her type.

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His chance had been spent unwisely on a mixture of cigarettes and captain morgan’s.

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There was a slight possibility that she wouldn’t see his new haircut beneath his cleanly washed sweatshirt.

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She smiled, parted teeth revealing the newest addition to her collection. Your tongue? Really? Her sister thought, shaking her head in disbelief.

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Maybe there is another way out of this cage. She thought to herself while staring at the thick, closed padlock.

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The wheels rolled beneath him, the feelings of concrete beneath the clicking plastic wheels. Her. Was the only thought in his mind.

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She shuddered watching the stark, cold front start towards her.

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The beginning was now. All she had to do was seize it.