Larry mailed it out within a day or two of being back home. A check neatly made out to Cora for the amount of his bail. Signed. Folded up and sealed in an envelope. On it's own. Her name and address printed on front, stamp affixed, return address reluctantly scribbled - he dropped it in the mailbox, then went back inside.

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Our lives are ruled by the decisions we make. What we choose to do or not do. What we choose to be. Who we choose to be ( Read more... )

locked.We fight. We're good at fighting. Not that I know why I'm mentioning any of this. If we weren't a couple before - we absolutely aren't now. This last fight...didn't end the way they usually do. Which would consist of me holding onto her and apologizing and either make up sex or just sleeping. And this would happen within a few days of ( Read more... )

Discuss how a previous relationship has influenced who you are today.

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Larry pulled himself from bed with a deep sigh. Sunday afternoon and he was alone. Sam usually spent his Sunday afternoons at his best friend's house studying and hanging out. Which normally worked out well for Larry to spend his Sunday afternoons with Cora. Whether they napped, watched TV, or kept themselves otherwise entertained. And for ( Read more... )

Storefront window, I reflect. >> Just last week I was merely heck >> Tip the scale. I was hell >> Picked me up, then I fell.
(REM - ‘Lotus’)Larry sat down on the cold concrete steps of the building that held his law firm. He sighed and watched the cars go by in the nighttime. After ten, no doubt. After ten and once again he wasn't at home where ( Read more... )

locked.There's always distance. Whether like this month when we don't have time to see each other, or just your run of the mill theoretical distance. We don't often talk about things. One of those rules we have. Well, unless we're fighting or unless I'm...out of it and...just need someone to hear me. And I know she hears me ( Read more... )

locked.Meeting the family...it usually went well in the past. Except for the whole...Ally meeting Sam thing. I mean yes, they got along beautifully. He was crazy about her and she adored him. But...it got screwed up. Probably my fault. I don't think I wanted them to be close. She never met my parents...they would have loved her ( Read more... )

Fully dressed, in the darkness of her room, he leaned over her and brushed his lips against her cheek. He felt her shift slightly in her sleep and whispered a gentle goodnight to her. He looked down on her for a moment and realized that was the first time either of them had spoken since he arrived earlier. He sighed and stood up. His eyes were ( Read more... )