Bad things happen when people get high. I think that's part of why I never had any interest in drugs. Too many friends told me horror stories of waking up and not remembering what the hell had happened to them the night before
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I realized I didn't have much time on the clock and ran up the stairs, heading for the rest room. I'm glad I took the time to plan the perfect diversion for getting the hell out of here, I don't want to be seen near him when the timer runs out. When I reached the ladies room I warned everyone to evacuate, and started out with them, missing the explosion by seconds.
The alarmed crowds of people pushing and showing their way to the door made it easy for me to get past Sam before he could find me.
I looked back to him once. We made eye contact for a few seconds and I turned my head away and continued out.
Unless someone up there likes him, that'll be the last time I ever see Sam alive. But even if he lives, I know I won this round. His smooth dancing and traces of personality didn't get him anywhere.
I'm the victorious one, that's all there is to it.
"This'd make the second time you tried to kill me."Yes, it would. But I didn't try to blow up an entire building with my elevator stint, and he did shoot at my head when I left him. Fair is fair, I deserved a second shot at finishing Sam off. If he doesn't like it, then he can cry about it
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"Oh come on Sam, it was just a little bomb."She sounds smug about that. Or maybe it's just me. I don't think it is, because Carly's that kind of person. She thinks she's won here, and it's not even remotely finished
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"I figured you should know something. I'm going home, and when I get there, I'm going to burn everything I ever bought you."
Is that a promise? His taste in jewelry left a lot to be desired. Nevermind that time when he bought me a dress for my birthday. It was orange and hideous, and I never wore it. I didn't think I could keep my breasts in it for more than seven or eight minutes at a time, double sided tape or not.
How sad. He's going to burn all the shit I never wanted and never liked. And I'm supposed to be hurt about it. How completely rotten of him to be an indian giver like that.
At least we're both headed in the same direction, and I'm more than ready to have this out.
"I'll race you there, baby."
And then I'll kill you, asshole. I'm starting to understand the whole 'till death do us part' thing a whole lot better now.
She knows she's going to get there first. Smug bitch. Christ, I can't wait to shoot you. I rolled my eyes as I took a right, and tried to see if I could make it anyway. It'll be a close cut, if nothing else.
I hate being beaten. Even remotely. God damn it.
"See you then." I hung up, and picked up speed on the road, taking another turn.
And then I started feeling again. That off feeling. And there was another question nagging at me, and the worst part was that I had to ask it. I sighed finally, dialing Carly's phone again.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
I think if she answers this like I think she's going to, I'll be all set after this. I need that extra little push to finish it.
I hung up without another word and pushed my foot harder against the accelerator. Far be it from me to enter a race I can't win. I'm the best driver at the agency, and that's something I won't let Sam take away. I'll beat him there, find a decent spot to shoot from, and take him out before he can get in the door.
I should have done this so much sooner.
I heard my phone ring again and answered, knowing who it was without having to look. Maybe he forgot how to get to the house or something. At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
Is this a trick question?
Really. How am I supposed to answer that? If I tell the truth I'll sound weak. If I lie, then...maybe I shouldn't lie about this. It could be that the night we met was the only honest thing that ever happened in our relationship.
Okay, I need to hear it from him before I say anything.
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"In more ways than one."
I realized I didn't have much time on the clock and ran up the stairs, heading for the rest room. I'm glad I took the time to plan the perfect diversion for getting the hell out of here, I don't want to be seen near him when the timer runs out. When I reached the ladies room I warned everyone to evacuate, and started out with them, missing the explosion by seconds.
The alarmed crowds of people pushing and showing their way to the door made it easy for me to get past Sam before he could find me.
I looked back to him once. We made eye contact for a few seconds and I turned my head away and continued out.
Unless someone up there likes him, that'll be the last time I ever see Sam alive. But even if he lives, I know I won this round. His smooth dancing and traces of personality didn't get him anywhere.
I'm the victorious one, that's all there is to it.
And it feels really, really weird.
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Is that a promise? His taste in jewelry left a lot to be desired. Nevermind that time when he bought me a dress for my birthday. It was orange and hideous, and I never wore it. I didn't think I could keep my breasts in it for more than seven or eight minutes at a time, double sided tape or not.
How sad. He's going to burn all the shit I never wanted and never liked. And I'm supposed to be hurt about it. How completely rotten of him to be an indian giver like that.
At least we're both headed in the same direction, and I'm more than ready to have this out.
"I'll race you there, baby."
And then I'll kill you, asshole. I'm starting to understand the whole 'till death do us part' thing a whole lot better now.
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She knows she's going to get there first. Smug bitch. Christ, I can't wait to shoot you. I rolled my eyes as I took a right, and tried to see if I could make it anyway. It'll be a close cut, if nothing else.
I hate being beaten. Even remotely. God damn it.
"See you then." I hung up, and picked up speed on the road, taking another turn.
And then I started feeling again. That off feeling. And there was another question nagging at me, and the worst part was that I had to ask it. I sighed finally, dialing Carly's phone again.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
I think if she answers this like I think she's going to, I'll be all set after this. I need that extra little push to finish it.
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I hung up without another word and pushed my foot harder against the accelerator. Far be it from me to enter a race I can't win. I'm the best driver at the agency, and that's something I won't let Sam take away. I'll beat him there, find a decent spot to shoot from, and take him out before he can get in the door.
I should have done this so much sooner.
I heard my phone ring again and answered, knowing who it was without having to look. Maybe he forgot how to get to the house or something. At this point, I wouldn't put it past him.
"That night you saw me, in Rio, what was your first thought?"
Is this a trick question?
Really. How am I supposed to answer that? If I tell the truth I'll sound weak. If I lie, then...maybe I shouldn't lie about this. It could be that the night we met was the only honest thing that ever happened in our relationship.
Okay, I need to hear it from him before I say anything.
"You first Sam."
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