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Post by day on Apr 12, 2005 19:58:55 GMT -5
She totaly missed it. Im trying to tell her that It can't work out, but shes not listening. I don't want to ruin her god mood though. I'll jus tell her some other time, maybe.
"Perhaps, we shall have to see. I don't know. Hannah, I really am sorry. Sometimes I'm really dumb about things. I never ever should have just taken Thad. It wasn't fair to you. Do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive me?"
The only thing I really do regret is just taking Thad. A boy can't live without his mother.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 12, 2005 20:01:18 GMT -5
"Of course I forgive you. I love you, I just wish things were different. But things will work out! We will all be together someday! And it will be wonderful just like it used to be! So everything is fine, my love. I know you needed to do what you thought was best."
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Post by Cris Mason on Apr 12, 2005 20:02:10 GMT -5
I pull into my parking space behind the shop and walk in. I find my father and brother at the front desk looking through the JC Whitney catalog. "Good morning guys. I take it you're gonna make me open up again."
"Right-o. Well today we've got four Stingrays, two Cameros, a Viper and a Mustang to deal with. Cris, pick two and take any calls we get, we'll get the rest." my father says.
"Fine. I'll take the two Cameros then." I say as I begin the shop-opening routine.
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Post by day on Apr 12, 2005 20:04:53 GMT -5
I really feel bad for her. It seems she has changed, and maybe I should give her just one more chance. It hurts me to hurt her, but I just don't know if I can live with her any longer.
"Alright. I'll see what I can do about getting you over here. I'll call you. I really have to get Thad to bed. I will talk to you soon."
I waitfor her to hang up, as I made the call and it is polite.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 12, 2005 20:06:48 GMT -5
"Sleep well then, the both of you. Have a good night."
I click off the phone and lean back in my seat overcome with emotion. I rock a little back and forth. Sometimes I feel like I am losing my mind.
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Post by day on Apr 12, 2005 20:10:14 GMT -5
I put down the phone and put Thad to bed, all the while thiking about my future.
"If she really has changed, and I can live with her, than I should. I did love her afterall, didn't I? And she still loves me...Maybe there is a chance. We shall have to see. For now, I must get to bed."
I resolve to call my coordinator and ask him about what can be done in the morning. For now, sleep. I start to think of Sculley again, but stop and instead think happy thoughts of my son's future.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:14:20 GMT -5
"Man, my shoulder hurts."
I sit up in my bed addressing the entire room.
"Whats up, dudes?"
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Ernie McMillan
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Post by Ernie McMillan on Apr 12, 2005 20:16:52 GMT -5
I then address the man
"And how are you tonight, sir?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:16:59 GMT -5
"Just sitting in bed, all shot up, watching that new socialist guy wrestle the Hidden Russian."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:19:44 GMT -5
"Sweet! Free entertainment! Is there any popcorn around? Sakari usualy has some type of random food..."
I find myself feeling wierd. Deffinitly I must be high on Vicadin. Sweet!
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 12, 2005 20:22:39 GMT -5
"Sakari needs to grow up." Cambridge remarks with some bitterness. Sie was pretty quiet until Lysander mentioned Sakari.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:24:39 GMT -5
"Do I sense a little hostility, Camy? What happen? How can you be mad at Sakari? He so funny!"
I giggle. Man, I must be high.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 12, 2005 20:24:56 GMT -5
Bassarov turns his attention to Cambridge. It was clear that something was bothering hir, but he didn't say anything. Instead he just turrned his face towards the ceiling and closed his eyes to listen.
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Apr 12, 2005 20:25:24 GMT -5
I start to head out of the building. "Later, Bug!" One of the workers says to me, I wave, and don't change my facial expression in the least.
I jump into my dodge viper, and speed off down the road, heading to my private garage. My father entrusted to me a few old cars that I don't know much about, but he wanted me to get them restored. Why not. I pull into the garage, and hop out of the sports car.
I take a look around the old muscle cars from the 60's and 70's. I see them as little more than tools, but can respect my father's appreciation for them, since I'm the same way with computers.
I slide into a 1983 Chevy Camaro in moderate condition, and decide to get it fixed up. I turn the ignition, and the car roars. I can't tell if there's something wrong with the muffler, or if that's actually how the car is supposed to sound. I take off to a shop that was recommended to me, and find it with little trouble.
"Mason's P&R..." I say aloud, standing before the garage. I look around for someone to give me a hand.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 12, 2005 20:25:55 GMT -5
"It's just that he never takes things seriously. It makes me so...frustrated."
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