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This email is the one being referred to. Also inspired by the island picture here.
It took Abby seventy two hours, 45 minutes and approximently 23 seconds to decide what she wanted to do with the money first after she’d gotten the email. There were a whole array of things she could do. And she needed to make plans for the future. In a sense, she felt like this wasn’t her money. It was his. She needed to do something responsible with it. Abby and responsible in the same sentence, what a fucking riot, she thought as she leaned her head back against the seat rest and peered out the window.
She would do something responsible. She would take voice lessons and go to school. She would give singing an honest shot again. She would get some clothes that weren’t cut down to her belly button. Okay…to be honest, she probably wouldn’t do that. She might stop drinking so much though and she might give up the recreational coke habit she had. She might even give up stripping. Maybe. He wanted her to be safe and her world wasn’t safe. She did find it rather ironic though, that he was telling her to be safe. It’s not as if his world were ever safe either.
She would do something responsible but first…first she was going to Tahiti. She’d always wanted to travel and now her father…still an odd thing to call him and yet in some ways it wasn’t…her father had given her the means to travel. She thought maybe it was something he’d approve of.
Then again, maybe it was just something she selfishly wanted to do.
It took Abby seventy two hours, 45 minutes and approximently 23 seconds to decide what she wanted to do with the money first after she’d gotten the email. There were a whole array of things she could do. And she needed to make plans for the future. In a sense, she felt like this wasn’t her money. It was his. She needed to do something responsible with it. Abby and responsible in the same sentence, what a fucking riot, she thought as she leaned her head back against the seat rest and peered out the window.
She would do something responsible. She would take voice lessons and go to school. She would give singing an honest shot again. She would get some clothes that weren’t cut down to her belly button. Okay…to be honest, she probably wouldn’t do that. She might stop drinking so much though and she might give up the recreational coke habit she had. She might even give up stripping. Maybe. He wanted her to be safe and her world wasn’t safe. She did find it rather ironic though, that he was telling her to be safe. It’s not as if his world were ever safe either.
She would do something responsible but first…first she was going to Tahiti. She’d always wanted to travel and now her father…still an odd thing to call him and yet in some ways it wasn’t…her father had given her the means to travel. She thought maybe it was something he’d approve of.
Then again, maybe it was just something she selfishly wanted to do.