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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2008 21:42:05 GMT
"Listen.. I'd like to make it up to you but.." I'm scared of him. I have to get rid of Shooter first. "...But I caught something today. I'm not feeling to well, so.. I would've come over but I don't think I'd manage."
It almost scared him how easily he lied.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 8, 2008 21:48:46 GMT
"You know what Mort? When you figure out what you want with yer love life, give me another call. This isn't working. You sound as sick as a young healthy baby so whatever your reason is to act like this... I'm worth more then you treating me like this" She sighed and hung up.
Something was going on. Something was definitly up, she didn't trust one word he said. And him lying about it only made her suspicious now.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2008 21:53:39 GMT
Mort hung up the phone with a sigh. He didn't know what to do with this - he liked her, but..
But what? He thought his crazy 'friend' might pay her a visit?
He shoved the phone aside and lay down on the couch, staring at the ceiling while troubles ran through his mind.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 8, 2008 21:57:22 GMT
Carolina glanced at her watch. Midnight..
What nut-job would call in the middle of the night?
that's it. A nut job. A real nut job.. he's not normal, how much proof do you need? Carolina went back to her laptop, to update her story about Mort..
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2008 22:07:00 GMT
Mort closed his eyes, but as he finally fell asleep he had a nightmare.. about Amy, about Chico with that screwdriver in his head and Shooter's southern accent in Ted's voice. About Carolina.. buried six feet deep under a field of corn.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 8, 2008 22:10:33 GMT
Carolina wanted to go out, to Mort's place, to find out what he was really doing, but she managed to keep herself at home. She also went to sleep, having pretty dreams until the next morning, or week, whatever we need.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2008 22:28:48 GMT
Mort didn't call her again that week. He went through life - doing groceries, writing, taking walks.. whatever. Whereever he went, he often saw Shooter though. And he was determind that as long as that didn't end, he wouldn't go back to Carolina. He didn't want to risk it.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 8, 2008 22:31:41 GMT
And she had followed him, observed him whereever he went. She couldn't believe what she was seeing , but it was true. Mort Rainey, getting back to every day life. The cold turned out to be a sick-of-my-new-not-even-girlfriend-yet-girlfriend. Carolina was more determined than ever to get back at him in a way. To write about this son of a b!tch and make him black. Let him see what it means to mess with a journalist like her! But for now she had to get her own groceries  |
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Post by Jacky on Jan 8, 2008 22:44:12 GMT
So against Mort's luck, they ran into eachother in the supermarket.
As he saw her in the isle, a sudden flash showed Shooter standing behind her, but with the blink of an eye he was gone again.
"...Hey." Mort realized that silence was more awkward than anything.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Jan 8, 2008 22:49:02 GMT
"..." She looked at him and turned back to her shopping "Hello" She mumbled formally.
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