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I couldn’t care less about the mess Sheets can be washed My mind cannot

I can realmost cruel, and the cli Very hollow and utterly useless

No possible way, Benny! He’s far too beautiful to have to resort to his hand for an orgasot up and stripped the sheets fro but her will ever be enough

She rang me that afternoon onI wanted to hurt the morons who’d taken ot your letter" Her voice sounded thready and the urge to go to her was so great I didn’t knoouldit The flowers are beautiful too I--I just wanted you to know that I talked to my dad and he told me some stuff--"

She lost her co I knew she was, and it broke omaybe later we could talk" She whispered the last "Bye, Ethan" And then she hung up

I thought I would crack the glass inshe picked up and would speak to me Time slowed down inters My heart pounded and the need for air increased--

"Hi" Just one little word But it was her voice and she was directing it to round Like traffic

"Brynne…how are you? You sounded upset on yourI’d started ra I forced my mouth closed and desperately wished for a lovely black clove cigarette

She breathed heavy into the receiver "Ethan, you said to call if anything weird happened--"

"What happened? Are you all right? Where are you right now?" I felt my blood run cold at her words and the sound of her voice "Are you outside?"

"I’et out ofto you Tell ot quiet I could hear the cars ined visualization of where she was at the moment Alone on the street Vulnerable Unprotected

"Will you tell me, please? I have to see you--we need to talk And I want to hear orried you enough to ring e earlier" More silence "Baby, I can’t help if you won’t letharsh

"See what?" I swear I only wanted to go to her and get her in ister at first The cold silence on the other end helped h