writing chat time again!

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I have a feeling that participation is going to sparse today, but it's time for WRITING CHAT THINGY. As I have taken to calling it.

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[what's in your coat pocket] Breath Mint- Little Miss Sunshine- vaguely Dwayne/Frank ish

[unrequited_rain]

Dwayne is rummaging through his coat pockets for a piece of gum, a mint, anything really because he has realized he has hideous morning breath after sleeping in the car. His uncle is in the seat next to him and for reasons he'd rather not discuss it is really important to him that his breath not smell like it must taste.

He doesn't find a mint. Or gum.

He does however find his cell phone, which he knows has a voice mail from three weeks and five days ago and a text message from last night, both from Michael; the change from a ten dollar bill; and a receipt from a very discreet drug store from three weeks four days and thirty minutes (or so) ago.

Dwayne wonders if Richard's father and now apparently Michael have it right. Should he be 'fucking a lot of women'?

Dwayne wonders how much hell he's going to go to for wanting to kiss his uncle.