Greg Macdonald. That guy can really talk your ear off about newspaper, but I imagine you found that out already.”Alaina put a hand to her forehead. ...��Don’t remind me.”“Yeah, tell me about it. Here’s the short version: you were acting weird on Thursday and then you disappeared midway through the day. I was concerned, so I went to have a chat with Greg after school to see if he had anything to do with it.”“Oh no.”“Yeah, he really didn’t want to talk about it at all. It was a real chore, let me. Was this what they meant by cold feet? Some crazy part of her shouted…’Run.’ As far and as fast as she could. But she knew she would not. Another part of her demanded that she find another dress. Who did he think he was, controlling her? Right down to which dress she wore? But those words haunted her brain again. When he said them, the way he said them, did something to her that made her feel alive. Really and truly alive. For the first time. The honest truth was that she had not really lived. However, fate would not oblige, as she ran into the boy in the school's main lobby. Deciding that any attempt at evasion would be useless, she decided to see what he had to say. Almost sick with worry, Chloe responded with a weak 'hi' to his greeting."Hey, I thought you might want these," he said, handing her a few sheets of slightly crumpled note-paper. Chloe took then, afraid of what they might be. She looked and saw they were a series of short hand writing notations."These are my notes from. Well I was in the army at the time and could only get home every other weekend and being a poor soldier could only afford to get a motel room once a month for the two of use to fuck our brains out when we where going together. Since she still lived at home and was the only girl when I came around her mother was always there watching us---As for Me I stayed with my folks when I came home and was the oldest of seven k**s so this really gave us very little time to be alone on the off.
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