Nine TimesPaul glanced out the foggy car window, staring at the graying sky. A jet skimmed the gloomy cover, slowly melting into the puffy, dingy sea.Nine Times
“Looks like it's gonna rain.” Dave commented.
“Yeah.” Paul responded dryly, not really paying attention to his friend's observation.
Dave's rather neutral expression sank a little, eyes briefly catching a glimpse of Paul.
Suddenly, Paul lit up a bit, shifting from his slouch.
“Hey, can you turn down this street? I wanna check something out.” Paul requested hastily, pointing towards a street sign.
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Eight Minutes“Sir.”Eight Minutes
Another swift volley of raps came at the hotel room's metallic door.
“Sir, eight minutes.” called Jack's secretary.
Jack didn't respond, let alone move. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed, half dressed, head in his hands. The door in the next room clicked open, and the hard clack of shoes on the marble tiles outside signaled the entrance of Saul, longtime friend and assistant. The man turned the corner, peering into Jack's room, frowning slightly as he looked in. His usually low lids sank even further over his deep brown eyes as he entered, and he fell upon the bed next
Seven Twenty-Three“Thanks for letting me stay here, Dave.” Paul said, chucking his bag onto the couch.Seven Twenty-Three
“No prob, buddy.” the burly man responded, indiscriminately chucking his keys and baseball cap onto the kitchenette counter, “Sorry about the mess. Girlfriend hasn't been around to keep after it.”
Paul raised an eyebrow, examining the small apartment, shirts, pants, and miscellaneous empty containers strewn about the room.
“Didn't your mother teach you anything?” Paul asked.
Dave shrugged. “I guess she just never really gave a shit about that stuff.” &n
Six Days“God, where are you off to this time?” Paul inquired, tone edgy.Six Days
“Spain. We got a multi-billion dollar deal brewing over there and they really want me to be there in person to seal the deal.” Jack explained, trying his best to neatly stuff his shirts into a suitcase.
“What is this, the third time this month?” Paul continued.
“Yeah, something like that.” Jack responded idly, making his way back to the closet.
“You can't keep leaving like this, Jack.” Paul implored.
“It's not like I can say no to these guys when I have half th
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Jeri I'm gay for like every single one of your characters and I love your writing and you are also uber-cool even though you're a weeaboo.
YOU'RE A LOVEABLE WEEABOO though. You're like the only 'boo I odn't want to punch in the face. <3
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You, Your, You're.
Their, There, They're.
IT'S NOT THAT HARD. LEARN IT.
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Third, Im deeply in love with my mothers waffles.
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