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*hugs*
Again, seeming like a broken record, you're a damn fine writer. And I can absolutely relate to Tom's pain and, although I wouldn't have punched the wall, I would have probably decided to bang my head against something hard. Repeatedly. Excellent work, oh wise and venerable one.
*hugs again*
I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I looked at the wall in front of me and considered it for a moment. If I hit it just right, and was lucky enough to not hit a stud, I should be able to get all the way through, punch right into the other room.
Water dripping from me onto the rug, I took hold of the towel rack, gearing up to punish the wall. I noticed that the pressure I placed on the towel rack bowed it a little and pulled it away from the drywall just a bit. I could break my hand if I punch the wall, and that wouldn't do me any good, but this towel rack?
I planted my feet and placed my hands at what I figured were good handholds. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath and visualized the towel rack coming off in my hands.
"Hey, I'm sorry Mr. McKenna, I fell when I got out and tried to use it to stop myself. I guess I was just too heavy. Yeah, go ahead and take it out of my rent or deposit or whatever. Again, I'm really sorry, and I appreciate you coming out so quickly to fix it."
To my dismay, the towel rack wasn't much of an opponent. I didn't even get to full strength before it separated from the wall, bringing drywall dust and torn wallpaper along for the ride. I stood there, naked and slowly-air drying, holding a metal bar in my hand, looking at the holes. It just wasn't enough. I brought the bar up as if to strike the wall, but stopped myself. Tossing it into the hallway with a somewhat satisfying bang, I walked over to the sink to brush my teeth.
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You have one message? Message One?
"Tom, hi, this is Meg. Look, we need to talk, and I've been trying to get ahold of you all day. I really don't know how to put this, and I know it's shitty of me to do it on your machine, but if I don't do it now, it won't get done. The other night was wonderful, I had a really good time, and I'm glad you spent the night and everything. I really like you a lot Tom, I want you to know that. It's just that? Paul, my ex-boyfriend, the one I mentioned? The one I almost married? Well, he's back in town, he called me the other day. I hate this, I really do?.(long pause, occasional sniffling heard)? but I don't think it would be fair of me to start a relationship with you when Paul and I still have so much? I'm sorry Tom, I really am? God, I wish I didn't feel like this?. I just want you to know that you are a really great guy, and I'm sorry that it can't, that we can't? or that I can't, I guess?. I don't know. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
End of messages.
I hate girls who do that on the message machine! I don't think that I'm comprehending this too well, I need to go back and read some more. But I love the description of the dusty wall. If it were me, I would have just punched the wall, and not worried about breaking my hand... Keep up the good work!
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"What about him? What are you doing with him?"
"What you should be doing with me..."
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I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
"Om Namaha Shivaya." ~ Dano
As usual, fantastic writing.
And, if it's based on real frustration. *HUG*
No wonder I don't mind being single....
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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter.
The one called "brain" and "brandiflakes" and....
I'm tired of the silent majority. Silence equals death.
Life is what you make it.
"I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality"-Savage Garden
God never gives us more than we can handle. We just don't always know that.
You're going to have to deal with my ego at some point.
Superb, as always. I liked the calculated way he carefully decided how best to sponatneously show his anger.