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Honestly, I wasn't paying that much attention to the latest reason people were being all odd and twitchy. I knew that something was up, but it could have been just me given that I seemed slightly more likely to say exactly what was on my mind. It was like I'd had no filter, no stop between my brain and my mouth.
Luckily, I hadn't said anything to...well...crazy.
So here I was, standing in front of the bookshelf, eating a banana, pulling books out just wide enough to read their covers and then pushing them back in. It wasn't anything interesting, a few newspapars, a couple of journals, and then my fingers grasp a piece of paper and pull it from the shelf. It's some sort of government document, kind of older looking, but still official. I wonder what it is, and then look at the title on it.
Marriage Certificate. Holy mother of catfish.
Whose is it? My eyes flicker to the names and then my stomach rolls over and my heart skips a beat. Margaret Audrey Murry. It's mine and from the looks of it, I married...oh mygod.
"Calvin O'Keefe? Oh my fucking god." Mother would hate the language, but still no. It's totally worth it since I probably look as horrified as I feel. I feel a scream starting to escape and it sounds like vaguely like a pig squeel.
This is not what I was looking for in the least.
Luckily, I hadn't said anything to...well...crazy.
So here I was, standing in front of the bookshelf, eating a banana, pulling books out just wide enough to read their covers and then pushing them back in. It wasn't anything interesting, a few newspapars, a couple of journals, and then my fingers grasp a piece of paper and pull it from the shelf. It's some sort of government document, kind of older looking, but still official. I wonder what it is, and then look at the title on it.
Marriage Certificate. Holy mother of catfish.
Whose is it? My eyes flicker to the names and then my stomach rolls over and my heart skips a beat. Margaret Audrey Murry. It's mine and from the looks of it, I married...oh mygod.
"Calvin O'Keefe? Oh my fucking god." Mother would hate the language, but still no. It's totally worth it since I probably look as horrified as I feel. I feel a scream starting to escape and it sounds like vaguely like a pig squeel.
This is not what I was looking for in the least.