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Wrecked
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“He had said we could do this together, that we could be strong together. I wanted him to know I understood that the pain we endured- the tears we shed- could be used to heal one another.”
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“Lorrie, we're going to be together tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. We're going to work things out together.”
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“I know how much you care about me, Lorrie. We all make mistakes. You're here with me now, that's all that matters.”
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“I'm gonna save us both. But I can't do it by myself. I need you with me, Lorrie. I need you you to give us both strength.”
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“I was about to rush out the door when I realized that I’d be stealing his clothes. Frantically thinking of some quick way to repay him, I spotted his kitchen trashcan and decided to take his trash out as a way of thanking him. It wasn’t a fair payback-He’d saved my life after all – but at least it was better than nothing. To appease my guilty conscience, I ended up taking his recyclables as well.
“I couldn’t help myself. Your mom’s a MILF,” the TV blared.
It was the last thing I heard before I opened the front door
and stepped outside.
I planned on looking for the dumpster around his apartment but when I reached the bottom of his stairs, I heard his door open. Panicking that he’d catch me, I slung the garbage bags over my shoulder and sprinted in the direction of my dorm. Running across campus in an oversized shirt and jeans, wet, dirty clothes in hand, and two trash bags jangling over my shoulder, I probably looked like a deranged homeless person. A homeless person who saw imaginary cats.”
― Wrecked
“I couldn’t help myself. Your mom’s a MILF,” the TV blared.
It was the last thing I heard before I opened the front door
and stepped outside.
I planned on looking for the dumpster around his apartment but when I reached the bottom of his stairs, I heard his door open. Panicking that he’d catch me, I slung the garbage bags over my shoulder and sprinted in the direction of my dorm. Running across campus in an oversized shirt and jeans, wet, dirty clothes in hand, and two trash bags jangling over my shoulder, I probably looked like a deranged homeless person. A homeless person who saw imaginary cats.”
― Wrecked
