Though the kitchen's decor stinks, the smell of something wonderful pulls me away from Charlie's chattering. Bacon. Right there cooking on the stove. Yeah, I know. I'm dead. But I can still eat like a sumo wrestler. And if that deliciousness isn't on a plate in front of me within two minutes, I'm eating it straight from the pan.
Victoria ScottHer wavy hair falls to mid-waist, and I think how she looks better this way. From the back.
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People change when shit happens.
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Speak up, Charlie,” I say. “If you have something to say, then say it out loud.
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I wonder what it would feel like to laugh like that, with complete abandon.
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Every inch of the house is covered in flowers and lace and screams tacky. It's like Martha Stewart vomitted, and this is the crap that came out.
Victoria ScottAll the way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Charlie yaps away. I nod and smile and smile and nod, and when she turns away, I form a gun with my hand, place it to my temple, and pull the trigger.
Victoria ScottAs Charlie is leaving the house, she somehow trips on the threshold and nearly face-plants onto the ground. I roll my eyes. How is it possible out of all the people in this world, this is the soul I’ve come to collect?
Victoria ScottMr. Awkward rolls up between us, lights a cigarette, makes himself comfortable. It’s the same bastard who shows up after you’ve bumped uglies with a stranger.
Victoria ScottStaring at her, his reasons are lost to me.
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