.i need to see what it is''one said and he walked forward opening the backyard fence , all following behind , listening to the sound , attracted by it...ll 5 in pijamas walking in the wood toward the sound getting louder and loudermy body felt pull toward the music all of us walking in the darka big fire camp in sight silhouette dancing in circles chanting we all walked to it , smell of wood fire filling my nose hypnotize by the scenethe fire big and dancing with flames of colorthe tall thin. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint. It was an interesting job and I enjoyed learning about different kinds of paint and metallic additives.One day I was called to the front counter to help a customer. Wiping my hands I came around the corner from my work area and saw a plain looking young woman. She was my age, plainly dressed and when she smiled her. “Not since she left around three this morning. She had to help me calm Margaret down and stayed to talk a little while. Timmy, your mother worries a lot about you. And about you too, Joey. Try not to worry her any more than you have to, alright, boys?”“Yeah, alright, Grandma,” Joey said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Shit, Tim. Worrying must run in your family, you know?”I said as I backed away, “Well, I’m going to go find her so she can stop worrying about me leaving without saying. It was the first ever slap in our relationship, but me being me, it was also the last. I never tolerated any form of physical violence that wasn’t some kind of consensual sadomasochism. It was over, just like that.It was a fairly new relationship, new enough that we hadn’t even had the “talk” yet. You know, the one about fidelity. For whatever reason, we had both avoided it so far. It would never happen now, would it?Nadia knew almost instantly once she slapped me and saw my face harden that.
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