Wootness!Lets get this rolling like a baby down a flight of stairs.
Its going to take forever to catch up. Im what, five comics behind. gosh.
Well, When You stay up all night txting you can take heart in the fact that the person you were talking to probably feels as screwed as you the next morning.
Urg, I wanna play oblivion. DAMN YOU MATT! Curses upon you and your tendency to get the coolest things EVER. Well I know how to combat this, *runs off to play morrowind*..*comes back and realizes itl never be the same again*..*cries*
The woman wasn’t what you would call a model, but in most ways her features were quite pretty. Either way it has nothing to do with the story, but guys like hearing those bits the best and I have to capture that side of the market somehow.
She was sitting in the board room. It was appropriately named she thought dryly.
The slightly balding man up the front was waffling on about a pie graph which held little or no interest to anyone. It was one of those days.
Her cell phone rang; she looked around embarrassed, apologized, Said she had turned it off. As she walked away to answer the call, half a dozen hands went into pockets and surreptitiously turned phones off.
“Hello?” she queried. The number didn’t look familiar.
A Coarse voice literally seeped out of the phone. It wound around her and started to sound smoother, lighter, she didn’t realize it was her talking now.
The phone slipped out of her hand. Being a new black stream lined phone, it smashed into pieces.
She walked down 10 stories, not bothering to use the lifts, she walked out without a backwards glance.
--to be continued.
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