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During our walk today, I was thinking about people. People that I passed, people that I’ll never meet. Most likely, I’ll never know a thing about these people, let alone what they’re thinking. I will only ever get to know my own life inside and out, and if I’m lucky, some slivers of others lives. Even if I get married someday, I will never really fully understand what my spouse would be feeling and thinking, I’ll just understand a larger than normal sliver of her life. Today, I was feeling curious. What are all those people like? Why are they doing what they’re doing right now? What were they thinking about yesterday before they went to bed? It’s sad to think about how little I really know about anybody else, and how little they know about me. I guess that’s a little what this blog is about, me sharing a sliver of my life and thoughts with however many of you actually read this.
When Clint was satisfied with what he had written, he closed the laptop and went to get something to eat. The entry was a little heavier than what he usually wrote, but he thought it might warrant some interesting responses. He found some cold chicken parmesan in the fridge, and plopped back down on the couch to eat it. Smelling it from his comfortable spot on Clint’s pillow, Leo hopped down from the bed for a snack of his own. Clint turned on the T.V., and started watching some special on Booker T. Washington. Leo quickly fell back asleep, he wasn’t really one for history. When it was over, Clint crept away from the couch, trying hard not to wake Leo up, so he could have the bed to himself for a few hours.
weeks ago. Clint woke up to Leo breathing into his face at the side of the bed. Soon, they left the apartment to go for their walk. When they returned towards the evening, Clint sat down on the couch and opened up his computer. He was gearing up to write a short summary of his day, and share a pecan pie recipe that he’d stumbled across a few weeks ago. When When the
“I didn’t even know this many people read my thing!” Clint exclaimed to Leo.
Clint started to read through the responses.
Entry written by user Beef_sister
The entries went on. Clint was amazed by all the people sharing their thoughts and little tidbits of their lives. Many of the entries thanked him for writing his blog, and echoed his sentiments about not knowing enough about others. Some of the responses made him laugh, some made him think, and some were just absurd. Just when he was nearly finished reading every single reply, a new one was posted. For some reason he was captivated by it.
June 12:
First
First of all, exhilarating. Everything.
Anyway,
Anyway, like I the love.
Entry
Entry written by user LittleLadybug57
Clint read the whole thing. And then he read it again. And again. He felt so connected to this person, and he had no idea why. Clint printed LittleLadybug57’s entry out, closed his computer, and continued reading and rereading her entry. It wasn’t so much that her day off was eerily similar to all of his days, it the whole little sliver of her life and thoughts. It was just perfect. And he hoped she was right about him being wrong. He wanted it to be true that love was complete sharing of another’s life, not just knowing a larger than usual sliver of it. Clint fell asleep with her entry clutched in his hand, Leo sharing half of the bed.
doubled back.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
The doorman was a little taken aback by this sudden question, but he quickly gathered himself and responded. “No sir, I’ve never heard of such a place.”
this time.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
“No
“No I’m sorry,” Clint received.
This
This proved to place existed.
When
When Leo came the street.
“Don’t
“Don’t be silly that too.”
Clint
Clint became even untied him.
“We’re
“We’re headed to on kiddo.”
The
The directions said “Todd’s Café.”
“Wait
“Wait wait wait any closer.”
Clint
Clint fixed his normally again.
“
“ Okay, let’s ready now”
Clint
Clint was feeling just closed.
“Come
“Come on Leo, back tomorrow.”
It
It was a fell asleep.
When
When they awoke addressed Clint.
“That
“That your beautiful out there?”
Clint
Clint proudly confirmed a “yes.”
“Well
“Well you can cause trouble.”
“No,
“No, no he’s get Leo.
When
When they came an entry.
The Barking Blog
Saturday, June 14
about otherwise.
Clint considered acknowledging LittleLadybug’s comments about love and life slivers, but he decided against it, and continued writing.
it goes.
Five
Five minutes after deep breath.
“Hello!”
considered friendly.
“How
“How are you?”
“I’m
“I’m well thank her newspaper.
This
This was going Clint thought.
“I’m
“I’m well as blurted out.
“Ummm…
“Ummm… Tory Birch.” at him.
“Okay
“Okay thanks I just wondering.”
Clint
Clint decided this laptop again.
“It’s
“It’s too bad,” to talk.”
He
He was just way out.
Clint
Clint decided not somebody up.
Saturday,
Saturday, June 14
Well,
Well, I finally know J.
After
After the woman never know.
Clint
Clint returned to just knew.
Then
Then one day she did.
However,
However, things didn’t as planned.
It
It was fairly the café.
Clint
Clint had pictured amazing conversation.
She
She didn’t get back down.
“What
“What am I he thought.
Clint
Clint rose again after her.
“I’ve
“I’ve been waiting go? No.”
He
He left his the pavement.
“LittleLadybug!!”
“LittleLadybug!!” He yelled. realism moment.
“I’m
“I’m going crazy. Right there.
“What
“What am I speaking distance.
Then,
Then, when he she spoke.
“Oh
“Oh my god the street.”
Clint
Clint was in to her.
“Oh no problem, I seem to misplace my phone all the time.” He smiled.

Entry written by user Beef_sister
The entries went on. Clint was amazed by all the people sharing their thoughts and little tidbits of their lives. Many of the entries thanked him for writing his blog, and echoed his sentiments about not knowing enough about others. Some of the responses made him laugh, some made him think, and some were just absurd. Just when he was nearly finished reading every single reply, a new one was posted. For some reason he was captivated by it.
June 12:
First
First of all, exhilarating. Everything.
Anyway,
Anyway, like I the love.
Entry
Entry written by user LittleLadybug57
Clint read the whole thing. And then he read it again. And again. He felt so connected to this person, and he had no idea why. Clint printed LittleLadybug57’s entry out, closed his computer, and continued reading and rereading her entry. It wasn’t so much that her day off was eerily similar to all of his days, it the whole little sliver of her life and thoughts. It was just perfect. And he hoped she was right about him being wrong. He wanted it to be true that love was complete sharing of another’s life, not just knowing a larger than usual sliver of it. Clint fell asleep with her entry clutched in his hand, Leo sharing half of the bed.
doubled back.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
The doorman was a little taken aback by this sudden question, but he quickly gathered himself and responded. “No sir, I’ve never heard of such a place.”
this time.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
“No
“No I’m sorry,” Clint received.
This
This proved to place existed.
When
When Leo came the street.
“Don’t
“Don’t be silly that too.”
Clint
Clint became even untied him.
“We’re
“We’re headed to on kiddo.”
The
The directions said “Todd’s Café.”
“Wait
“Wait wait wait any closer.”
Clint
Clint fixed his normally again.
“
“ Okay, let’s ready now”
Clint
Clint was feeling just closed.
“Come
“Come on Leo, back tomorrow.”
It
It was a fell asleep.
When
When they awoke addressed Clint.
“That
“That your beautiful out there?”
Clint
Clint proudly confirmed a “yes.”
“Well
“Well you can cause trouble.”
“No,
“No, no he’s get Leo.
When
When they came an entry.
The Barking Blog
Saturday, June 14
about otherwise.
Clint considered acknowledging LittleLadybug’s comments about love and life slivers, but he decided against it, and continued writing.
it goes.
Five
Five minutes after deep breath.
“Hello!”
considered friendly.
“How
“How are you?”
“I’m
“I’m well thank her newspaper.
This
This was going Clint thought.
“I’m
“I’m well as blurted out.
“Ummm…
“Ummm… Tory Birch.” at him.
“Okay
“Okay thanks I just wondering.”
Clint
Clint decided this laptop again.
“It’s
“It’s too bad,” to talk.”
He
He was just way out.
Clint
Clint decided not somebody up.
Saturday,
Saturday, June 14
Well,
Well, I finally know J.
After
After the woman never know.
Clint
Clint returned to just knew.
Then
Then one day she did.
However,
However, things didn’t as planned.
It
It was fairly crossed the threshold.threshold, stopping for just a moment to put her phone down so she could brush her hair back. She was almost close enough to touch. It seemed the café.
Clint
Clint had pictured amazing conversation.
She
She didn’t get back down.
"What
“What am I to do now?"now?” he thought.
Clint rose again and grabbed his phone off the table. He had to go after her.
“I’ve been waiting this whole time just to let her go? No.”
He left his laptop open in the café, and Leo was away at the moment. He followed where he had seen her go, and looked down the street, looking for that shining mass of dark hair. It was nowhere to be found. Clint became frantic, and started jogging down the street. She said in her post that she didn’t live close and just stumbled upon the café. He didn’t understand how she could have disappeared so quickly. Then, he saw her leaning over into the window of a taxi. Clint broke into a hard jog, feet pounding on the pavement.
“LittleLadybug!!” He yelled. As he dodged pedestrians left and right, never losing sight of her, he had another realism moment.
“I’m going crazy. This woman doesn’t even know me and I’m sprinting down the street calling her blog username.” Clint began to fast walk instead. As he emerged from a large mass of people on the sidewalk, he saw that she was close. Right there.
“What am I going to say?” He thought. He tried to slow down, but he just sped up, it was as if he had lost control of his legs. She was within normal speaking distance.
Then, when he was even with the back of the taxi, and she was getting in, still taking no notice of him, he said, “Excuse me.” Nothing more. He opened his mouth to continue, but then, she spoke.
“Oh my god thank you! Thank you so so much. I don’t know how I managed to leave my phone in there, my mind was on other things, I really appreciate you bringing it all this way down the street.”
Clint was in shock. He looked down at his hands. There, in his right hand, was a Blackberry. He must have accidentally picked up her phone instead of his on his way out. What luck. He held it out to her.
“Oh no problem, I seem to misplace my phone all the time.” He smiled.

Entry written by user Beef_sister
The entries went on. Clint was amazed by all the people sharing their thoughts and little tidbits of their lives. Many of the entries thanked him for writing his blog, and echoed his sentiments about not knowing enough about others. Some of the responses made him laugh, some made him think, and some were just absurd. Just when he was nearly finished reading every single reply, a new one was posted. For some reason he was captivated by it.
June 12:
First
First of all, exhilarating. Everything.
Anyway,
Anyway, like I the love.
Entry
Entry written by user LittleLadybug57
Clint read the whole thing. And then he read it again. And again. He felt so connected to this person, and he had no idea why. Clint printed LittleLadybug57’s entry out, closed his computer, and continued reading and rereading her entry. It wasn’t so much that her day off was eerily similar to all of his days, it the whole little sliver of her life and thoughts. It was just perfect. And he hoped she was right about him being wrong. He wanted it to be true that love was complete sharing of another’s life, not just knowing a larger than usual sliver of it. Clint fell asleep with her entry clutched in his hand, Leo sharing half of the bed.
doubled back.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
The doorman was a little taken aback by this sudden question, but he quickly gathered himself and responded. “No sir, I’ve never heard of such a place.”
this time.
“Excuse
“Excuse me, do Café is?”
“No
“No I’m sorry,” Clint received.
This
This proved to place existed.
When
When Leo came the street.
“Don’t
“Don’t be silly that too.”
Clint
Clint became even untied him.
“We’re
“We’re headed to on kiddo.”
The
The directions said “Todd’s Café.”
“Wait
“Wait wait wait any closer.”
Clint
Clint fixed his normally again.
“
“ Okay, let’s ready now”
Clint
Clint was feeling just closed.
“Come
“Come on Leo, back tomorrow.”
It
It was a fell asleep.
When
When they awoke addressed Clint.
“That
“That your beautiful out there?”
Clint
Clint proudly confirmed a “yes.”
“Well
“Well you can cause trouble.”
“No,
“No, no he’s get Leo.
When
When they came an entry.
The Barking Blog
Saturday, June 14
about otherwise.
Clint considered acknowledging LittleLadybug’s comments about love and life slivers, but he decided against it, and continued writing.
it goes.
Five
Five minutes after deep breath.
“Hello!”
considered friendly.
“How
“How are you?”
“I’m
“I’m well thank her newspaper.
This
This was going Clint thought.
“I’m
“I’m well as blurted out.
“Ummm…
“Ummm… Tory Birch.” at him.
“Okay
“Okay thanks I just wondering.”
Clint
Clint decided this laptop again.
“It’s
“It’s too bad,” to talk.”
He
He was just way out.
Clint
Clint decided not somebody up.
Saturday,
Saturday, June 14
Well,
Well, I finally know J.
After
After the woman never know.
Clint
Clint returned to just knew.
Then
Then one day she did.
However,
However, things didn’t as planned.
It
It was fairly the café.
Clint
Clint had pictured amazing conversation.
She didn’t get right in line, instead she paused after entering, and looked around. Clint tried to look nonchalant, tried to make accidental eye contact. Her brown eyes went right over, him, without lingering. His heart fell. She turned and took a step for the door, then stopped, and looked over the whole room again. This time, she made just the slightest eye contact, so little nobody else could see it, but Todd could feel it. Her eyes had glued him to his chair. He didn’t move. She exited quickly, and Clint heard her emit a long sigh as the door closed behind her. He still did not move. His mind was blank. As she left his sight in the window, Clint sprung out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. Then he slowly sat back down.
"What am I supposed to do now?" He thought.

Entry written by user Beef_sister
The entries went on. Clint was amazed by all the people sharing their thoughts and little tidbits of their lives. Many of the entries thanked him for writing his blog, and echoed his sentiments about not knowing enough about others. Some of the responses made him laugh, some made him think, and some were just absurd. Just when he was nearly finished reading every single reply, a new one was posted. For some reason he was captivated by it.
Thursday, June 12://12:
First of all, I really enjoyed your entry. It made me think. And think some more. I figured I’d go along with everyone else, and give a little sliver of my life. Today, I took a day off from work, just because I wanted to. No particular reason. I slept in until ten, which really isn’t very late for me, on weekends I’ve been known to sleep until 2. Then, I went for a walk. In my pajamas. I was very comfortable, and not in the mood to change. I walked around a little bit, just drinking in the city environment at 1030 in the morning, a time when I never get to see it. I wondered into a little coffee shop I had never heard of, and tried some weird pastry I had never heard. It was good. I got some weird looks for wearing my pajamas, but you know, who’s to say I can’t wear my pjs in public. I stayed in that coffee shop for a good while, it had a good view out the window. I left the shop, and noticed on my way out it was called Todd’s Café. I think I’ll go there again, it was a friendly place. I walked around some more, a lot more. I got back home and went to sleep at like 6. Something about that day was fantastic, I don’t know what. I don’t recall feeling especially excited, or even relaxed at any point. It must have just been doing nothing that was so exhilarating. I’d like to take a day off at some point and do everything exhilarating. Everything.
Anyway, like I said, I really enjoyed your entry. But I have to disagree with one thing. When you get married to someone, someone that you’re really in love with, you get more than a slightly larger sliver of their life. You get the whole thing. That’s what’s so special about love. That’s also what makes it so difficult. Sharing somebody else’s entire life isn’t easy. It’s double the problems, double the conflict, double the sadness. But its also double the solutions, double the success, double the happiness, and a million times the love.
Entry written by user LittleLadybug57
Clint read the whole thing. And then he read it again. And again. He felt so connected to this person, and he had no idea why. Clint printed LittleLadybug57’s entry out, closed his computer, and continued reading and rereading her entry. It wasn’t so much that her day off was eerily similar to all of his days, it the whole little sliver of her life and thoughts. It was just perfect. And he hoped she was right about him being wrong. He wanted it to be true that love was complete sharing of another’s life, not just knowing a larger than usual sliver of it. Clint fell asleep with her entry clutched in his hand, Leo sharing half of the bed.
When Clint awoke the next morning he read the entry again. Nothing had changed, he still felt he had to act on this connection he felt, he had to know more. For once, Clint shook Leo awake, and the pair headed out of the apartment a good deal earlier than usual. As they passed the always disapproving doorman, Clint stopped short and doubled back.
“Excuse me, do you happen to know where Todd’s Café is?”
The doorman was a little taken aback by this sudden question, but he quickly gathered himself and responded. “No sir, I’ve never heard of such a place.”
“Thanks.” Clint turned on his heel and left with Leo. As they passed another person, Clint didn’t hesitate this time.
“Excuse me, do you happen to know where Todd’s Café is?”
“No I’m sorry,” was the reply Clint received.
This proved to be a pattern. Clint stopped almost every person they passed to ask about the café. Nobody had even heard of the place. After much questioning, they finally made it to a nice park, and Leo went off for his time alone. Instead of taking his usual nap, Clint wandered around the park continuing to look for somebody who knew something about this café. It occurred to him at some point that the place might not be real. LittleLadybug57 could have made the whole thing up. Todd’s café, the whole sliver of her life that she described could be false. But it couldn’t be. Something like that couldn’t be made up, it just had to be true. Still, Clint couldn’t even get confirmation that the place existed.
When Leo came back to the park, it hit Clint that he was being rather stupid. He could just google the place, find out that it really did exist, and find out where it was located. It was a long walk back to their house, and Clint was not feeling patient. They left the park, and after stopping for a quick breakfast sandwich at a chain coffee place, Clint found an internet café. He wondered what sorts of people used these kind of places, he had never been inside one before. Maybe be all those people who aren’t patient enough to go home to use their Internet. He chuckled at his own thoughts. Clint forked over the small fee to the clerk and sat down at one of the computer booths. Leo waited outside. Clint almost never left Leo tied up outside, but this was a special case. Clint’s hands were almost shaking as he typed “Todd’s Café” into the search box. Clint smiled when he saw so many entries for “Todd’s Café,” but his heart dropped when none of them were located in Linden. He hastily clicked through a couple more pages of results, to no avail. Crestfallen, Clint realized he was being irrational again. He went back to the search box, and added Linden to his search query. Holding his breath, Clint hit the enter key. He nearly yelped out loud when he saw what he was looking for. There was a review for a Todd’s Café in Linden. Better yet, there was an address. 214 Perry Street. The only problem was that Clint had never heard of the street.
“Don’t be silly again,” Clint mumbled to himself. “Just google that too.”
Clint became even more enthused as he looked at a picture of the place in google maps, and printed out directions. He nearly knocked his chair over getting up to pay for his print out, and happily shook the directions at Leo as he untied him.
“We’re headed to another café Leo, come on kiddo.”
The directions said that the total walking time would be over an hour, but at Leo and Clint’s speed, it would take much less than that. Leo caught on to Clint’s excitement, and they cruised down blocks and across streets. Finally, they came to Perry Street. They were almost running at this point, until Clint spotted a faded red awning that read “Todd’s Café.”
“Wait wait wait wait Leo!! Stop! What if she’s in there, we don’t want to be sprinting into the place. Let’s take a sec to catch our breath before we get any closer.”
Clint fixed his hair in car window, and slowly began to breath normally again.
“ Okay, let’s go, I’m ready now”
Clint was feeling quite nervous as he passed under the awning, and reached for the handle. He pulled. And he pulled again. It was locked. Clint put his face against the glass and peered through. All was dark. Closed. Todd’s Café was closed. Clint looked to his left, and saw the hours printed on the window: Monday through Friday 6-1, Saturday and Sunday from 8 to 3. It was only 1:30, the place had just closed.
“Come on Leo, let’s go,” Clint said dejectedly. “We’ll come back tomorrow.”
It was a long, slow walk home, and they returned a little later than usual, even though they had left earlier than normal. Leo immediately fell asleep on the rug, and Clint quickly cooked some tortellini. As he climbed into bed, Clint pulled the now crumpled entry from his pocket and read it over and over until he fell asleep.
When they awoke the next morning, Clint and Leo immediately began the long walk to Todd’s Café. Clint brought his laptop along. They made it to the café at about 8:45. Clint took at deep breath as he grasped the handle and pulled the door under the red awning open. He was greeted by an unusual but pleasant smell for a coffee shop, and aroma more like that of a bakery than a Starbucks. Clint set his laptop down on a comfy looking chair near the window, only one other person was sitting down. He bought a pastry that he had never heard of before, and sat down. Leo was just outside the window, tied up again. Clint hadn’t wanted to get kicked out of the café for bring Leo in, so he had left him outside where they could see each other. However, after a short while, one of the café employees addressed Clint.
“That your beautiful dog out there?”
Clint proudly confirmed the man’s suspicions with a “yes.”
“Well you can bring him on in if you like, he doesn’t look like the type to cause trouble.”
“No, no he’s no rabble-rouser,” said Clint as he rose from his chair to go get Leo.
When they came back inside, Clint settled back into his comfortable chair, and opened his laptop. He began to write an entry.
The Barking Blog
Saturday, June 14
Thank you all so much for your responses to my last post, I thoroughly enjoyed reading every one of them. I highly recommend that you take them time to read others posts, if you have not gotten the chance. It really is nice to take a little time to learn about some other’s thoughts and lives, especially people you would never no a thing about otherwise.
Clint considered acknowledging LittleLadybug’s comments about love and life slivers, but he decided against it, and continued writing.
Write now, (hehe!) I am sitting in a big purple chair in Todd’s Café, doing a little bit of people watching. I normally prefer outdoor tables for this sort of thing, but the weather isn’t so nice today, and this place has a great big window. I am guessing at what the people walking by are doing, and what they’re thinking. It is making me appreciate more and more your responses about that sort of thing. You guys could easily be one of these people, and I wouldn’t even know it, yet I also know a thing or to about you, because of that little sliver you posted. Anyway, I haven’t been doing this for long, but my plan is to keep guessing about every person, until one comes inside the café and sits down. Then, I’m going to put this computer down, and make some conversation with them, and see if my guess was anywhere near the mark. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Five minutes after Clint finished the post, somebody he guessed at walked in and stepped in line to get a coffee. Clint almost got up to talk to the man, but then decided he’d just hope that he would stick around for a while after he got his food. The man just took his drink and left, and Clint went back to the window. Not long after, a woman came in and actually sat down. Clint felt a little more unsure than he thought he would, and it took him a moment to gather his outgoingness and strike up a conversation. He took a deep breath.
“Hello!”
The woman looked up from her paper and coffee. “Hi,” she said with just enough energy and eye contact to be considered friendly.
“How are you?”
“I’m well thank you. And you?” She said as she looked back down at her newspaper.
This was going to be a little harder than Clint thought.
“I’m well as well.” Clint smiled. She didn’t notice. He realized how stupid his attempt at a joke was. It didn’t warrant a chuckle from anybody, let along a complete stranger. “I have a question for you.” Clint’s mind started racing, he didn’t have a question yet. “Where did you get those shoes?” he blurted out.
“Ummm… Tory Birch.” She looked up this time, right at him.
“Okay thanks I was just wondering.”
Clint decided this experiment was a failure, and opened up his laptop again.
“It’s too bad,” he thought. “It could’ve been a neat little test. However, my conversational skills seem to be lacking, and most people probably don’t go to these kind of places just to talk.”
He was just beginning to get his Internet browser started, when the woman rose with her half full coffee, and left. It looked like she was trying her hardest not to give Clint a dirty look on the way out.
Clint decided not to reveal how his experiment went on the blog, and instead just make somebody up.
Saturday, June 14
Well, I finally managed to find out with if one of my guesses was correct, with mixed results. This woman walked by the café, wearing a long brown coat, a wedding ring, and a sorry look. She was gaunt with brown hair, an orange scarf, and three shopping bags. She almost walked by the café and then seemed to decide she deserved a quick coffee break. I predicted that she was walking the groceries home because her car was in the shop, and her husband worked long hours. She had a bum hip. So, when she came and plopped down next to me, I somehow managed to strike up a conversation, (something I just couldn’t seem to do, and the reason this was the one and only trial) and get the little sliver of her life I was looking for. Turns out I was wrong on almost every count. Her car was not in the shop, her husband was not at work, and her hip was fine. She did have a husband!! Oh, and her groceries were in fact presents for her employees at work, not groceries at all. However, I did learn the true sliver, not my made up one, and I cannot decide which one I like better. If you can do any better let me know J.
After the woman left, Clint stuck around for the remainder of the day, only getting up to go to the bathroom and let Leo in and out. He told the employees of the café that he was recording people watching data, which technically was the truth, but really, Clint knew he was waiting there in hopes that she would show up. He felt as though he would know for sure when she came, despite the fact he had not the slightest idea of what she looked like. She probably wouldn’t wear her pajamas again, but he could always hope. Clint desperately wanted to meet this girl, and he had no interest in reaching out to her online. He wanted to meet her here, in this café. Maybe it was unlikely, because she was probably working through the hours of the café, but you never know.
Clint returned to Todd’s Café with Leo for several consecutive days, each day waiting and hoping. During this time he thought about little else other than LittleLadybug. It occurred to him that she could be twelve, or eighty-five. It occurred to him that “she” could really be a he. But Clint knew. He knew it was a “she,” and she was right around his age. He just knew.
Then one day it happened. She actually came. It was maybe the fifth day Clint had spent at Todd’s Café, and he had come to the conclusion that she would not come. But she did.
However, things didn’t quite turn out as planned.
It was fairly early in the day when she came, about quarter past nine on a Thursday. Clint was in the same comfy chair. She first appeared in the window on the right, on the far side of the street. She looked both ways before crossing the street. She was beautiful. Tall with long, thick, dark hair, and blazing brown eyes Clint could see from across the street. Clint decided it was her as soon as she crossed the street. It had to be her. She walked with an aura of confidence that stood out against all the other pedestrians in Clint’s little window scene. She strode up to the entrance to Todd’s and crossed the threshold. It seemed to Clint that she brought with her a strong and sweet breeze, that now rippled through the café.
Clint had pictured this moment many times in his head. LittleLadybug57 would enter Todd’s café, and he and she would immediately recognize each other, and hit off an amazing conversation.
She didn’t get right in line, instead she paused after entering, and looked around. Clint tried to look nonchalant, tried to make accidental eye contact. Her brown eyes went right over, him, without lingering. His heart fell. She turned and took a step for the door, then stopped, and looked over the whole room again. This time, she made just the slightest eye contact, so little nobody else could see it, but Todd could feel it. Her eyes had glued him to his chair. He didn’t move. She exited quickly, and Clint heard her emit a long sigh as the door closed behind her. He still did not move. His mind was blank. As she left his sight in the window, Clint sprung out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. Then he slowly sat back down.

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He man spat up more blood. Tied to a chair, the security guard slugged him again. He was a tall lean and built man in his early to mid 20s very handsome with chiseled features he had blood rolling down the side of his face. It was only he and the security guard sitting in a gray room with a metal table and a metal chair pushed to the side the other chair had the man tied and sitting in it with his head leaning down so that his face was not visible. “HOW!” yelled the diesel security guard as he slugged him again. The man in the chair did not respond. Then another man in a handsome suit opened the door to the room and walked in he was tall and had white hair yet one would not put him past 35. he looked at the security guard then to the man in the chair. “God damn it. Is this the piece of shit?” asked the man in the suit. “YEP” said the security guard as he right hooked the man in the chair in the stomach. Looking like he could not control himself the man in the suit asked in a forced polite voice “how?” the man in the chair did not reply. The man in the suit asked the question again through forced teeth, “How?” once again the man in the chair did not reply he didn’t even move his head still leaning down so that his face was not visible. The man in the suit turned around, took off his blazer, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, when he turned back around he punched the man in the chair and yelled at the top of his lunges “HOW!!!” then the man in the chair chuckled still leaning his head down, then he lifted his head and smiled as he look in the eyes of the man in the suit his chuckles started turn into a laugh as he smiled and glared in the eyes of the man in the suit. The man in the suit look straight back at him with a look of utter hate and disgust, the man in the suit asked again “How?!?” and the man in the chair started to laugh harder. “Fine!!” said the man in the suit “kill him!” said the man in the suit to the guard, “gladly” replied the security guard. As the man in the suit left the room the man in the chair roughed with laughter. As the door closed the security guard pulled out his 45mm pistol. Then the man in the chair stopped laughing but still smiling he looked into the face of his executioner still smiling he gave a violent rock he and the chair fell over to the right and the security guards shot missed but before he could shoot again the man I the chair pushed off a near wall into the opposite side of the room in the process breaking the back of the chair he was sitting in. Using his new mobility he was able to hit the lights with one last desperate attempt the security guard tried shooting in the place were the lights were but the man had already pushed off the wall and was in a different part of the room. The guard started to shoot frantically. And then all of the sudden the guard fell as something went crashing into his feet he felt hands on his belt then grabbing his keys “NO!” bellowed the guard as he whacked something and got up he put his hands on his belt and felt for his keys. They weren’t there. He lifted his gun and ran towards were the lights would be but as he got closer he felt hands grab the back of his shirt and throw him to the opposite side of the room the guard shot his 45mm and for a split second could catch a glimpse of what was in his vicinity from the light of the gun shot. He shot again and could see the man in front of him approaching “FUCK YOU!” yelled the guard as he shot again he could see the man but this time on his left hand side by the chairs he shot towards there and saw in the corner of his eye the man to the right of him “H-HOW!” howled the guard. Then a hand from behind him touched his shoulder and the man whispered in the guard’s ear with a slight chuckle, “My turn” and then the guard felt himself being flung to the ground by the force of a blow to the face his gun was went flying out of his hand, he swiftly got up discordantly “NO!” yelled the guard. “Yes” said the man as the guard felt a punch to the gut as the guard naturally bent over clutching his stomach from the agonizing blow he felt a knee to the face then, not able to take another blow he fell to the floor knocked out.
valet employees. “Ticket
“Ticket sir.” Replied valet employee. “Ah,
“Ah, yes here,” and said, “Gratsi,
“Gratsi, one moment.” the man.
“Thank you,” Said the man giving the valet employee a fifty dollar bill.
“Your welcome” replied the valet employee in an Italian accent. The man got in the car and drove off to meet the rest of the team at a 5 star restaurant in the heart of Rome.
When he arrived to the restaurant he gave his car to the valet and walked in. “Do u have a reservation sir?” asked the host behind his podium. “Yes,” replied the man “its a table of five in the smoking section under Bobby.”
Said the hosthost, seeing the dressed men. “Its“It’s about time
“—Yeah we heard, you got stuck at the embassy. You didn’t tell us but how you get there?” said the man next to Bobby. “Well thing is I can’t remember a damn thing since Friday” said Dean taking his seat on the other side of Bobby.
day gap govner’!”gov’ner!” said another
“No shit Sherlock. Dean tell us what happened at the embassy?” Said Bobby
“Nice of you to join us Randy.” Said Dean ignoring Bobby’s question.
“What airlines?!?” asked Lex as Bobby walked away.
“Virgin Atlantic,” replied Bobby.
towards the airport.airport in his Mercedes. He looked at his ticket, it read gate twelve. Dean followed the signs to gate twelve. Upon arriving to the gate he spotted the
“Morning Oz,” replied Dean.
“You ready Dean?” Asked Bobby handing Dean his ticket.
“Yeah, but“Bobby I’ve been thinking and what are about my memory?”memory I still can’t remember anything?” replied Dean.
“What can we do mate?” said Randy with a chuckle.
those two days diddays? Did we get
“Not here!” said Lex.
“Lex is right, wellright; we’ll tell you York.” Said Bobby.Bobby as the there section was being called up to bord. The men the plane. Then deanRow three letter A thought Dean looking at his ticket and then seeing his. He put his carry-ons in the overhead compartment and then sat down in his elegant first class seat. Dean buckled his seat belt and closed his eyes thinking hard trying to remember. All of the sudden Dean could feel the shoulder. The deanThen Dean heard the up gov’ner, wewe’re there.” Dean
“Lets go,” said Randy. “ Everyone’s already off the plane.
The men left the airportthen retrieved there luggage and gotentered the terminal. There they saw a they made theretheir way towards Man said, “this“This way gentlemen,” followed him out sideoutside to where work?” Asked Dean.Dean, once safe inside the limo.
“Yes, it worked we robbed the bank and got the money your share is in your bank account.” Replied Bobby.
“Plus a bonus!” Said Randy.
“Thing is… The bank we hit, it’s owned by Donney L’Pan, biggest and badest mafia lord in well the world.” Said Oz
“That bugger run shit” said Randy play with the radio, TV and his seat.
we did it.”it. We know that much thanks to you.” Said Oz.
“You know I think I’m going to buy a Limo!” Said Randy adjusting the seat warmer.
it figured… ItIs kill or
“I see…” Said Dean.
loads of people!”people, his business isn’t all banks he runs assassination squad with at least 200 assassins killing whoever they are paid to kill, That’s only one of the many. Also he runs the mafia. So yeah mate.” Said Lex.
“Then letslet’s get him!”him.” Said Dean. on finding him.”him. And we kinda don’t know what he looks like his a well protected person who does like the spot light.” Said Randy and before i forget..Here dean."I forget… Here Dean." Said Bobby two identical silver withsilver, white handled them to dean.Dean.
"Thanks Bobby, I've missed these guys." Said Dean taking the guns.
“’Ow the ‘ell you get those on the plan!” Said Randy surprised.
“I have my way.” Replied Bobby, smiling at Randy surprised face.
"Feels like home 'ay Shots." Said Oz with a slight smile on his face.
"Oh and here." Said Bobby pulling out of his bag a gun holster the type that one wore under a jacket and held the guns under the arm.
"No guys." Said Dean.
"Shit!" Said Bobby, he pushed the intercom bottom and said, "Please pull over."
"Now"Ha ha ha ha ha ha now you know can't do that hahaha."that." Replied the driverdriver, in a slightly evil tone, through the car!" Yelled DanDean through his intercom.
"Okay guys we
"We have to Said Bobby.
"Thing is
"The fucking doors wontwon’t open!" Said shattering it. andAnd climbing through through another window. Then it startedwindow, and then he saw the driver look though his rear view mirror, he had spotted Dean. The driver moved his hand from the stick shift to close.the top of the ceiling to the car. As Dean tried to push himself further through the window he saw the driver pushing down on a button on the ceiling. Then, the window to the driver closed and Dean could no longer see the driver. All of the sudden Dean felt something closing in on his torso… The window he was climbing though was closing on him. "What the-" pushing the bottombutton to close the last onewindow to see car started swirzing.swerving. Dean kicked grabbed the and through it.it, like a over protected mother would do if she saw her two year old child playing with some type of little animal. Then he into the driversdriver’s temple, and the driver quitlyquietly pushed a car." Said DeanDean, in the
"Nice job govern'!"gov’ner'!" Said Randy, the face. "Lets"Let’s go men" the fuck! youYou guys are crazy! yourYou’re not even regards to Don DonL’Pan before he
"I'm drivin' mates!" Said Randy elated.
out" Said Bobby.Oz. A half
"Meeting in ten," said Bobby walking into his office with Oz. Randy and Lex went to the pool table and started playing. Dean went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a three beers. Then he walked back into the room that Lex and Randy were playing pool in. He handed them both beers. "Thanks mate!" said Randy.
"Merci," Said Lex taking the beer. Then the men heard harsh knocking on the door to the warehouse. Randy went over and looked through the peep hole and turned around with a huge grim on his face, and said, "Shots its for you... its Laurie! hahahaha and she looks pissed!" Laughed Randy. "Oh shit I haven't called her in ages I got caught up with the job and--" more hash knocks came from the door and cut off Dean. "Well open the door!" said Lex smiling. "No. Randy open it your right next to it." replied dean nervously.
"I'm going to bring the Mercedes round front." Said Oz leaving.
"Yeah I'm going to get my cycle and meet you guys in the front." Said Dean. Ten minutes later they all met in the front of the warehouse Dean on his Motorcycle and Randy and Bobby getting in the car. "Lets go its six fifteen!" Yelled Bobby from the window of the car. Then they sped off. After this hit I'm going to visit Laurie and I'll talk to her, I don't want to lose her I really like her. I think this may be my last job too, I want to settle down... with Laurie. Thought Dean as the he drove, the wind hitting him was cold. Then he heard in his ear the voice of Lex saying, "Five more miles, and next left." Dean took the left and five minutes later they were on the bridge it was six fifty-six. They were almost at the middle of the bridge, and there in front of him he saw three black cars to SUV's and one limo. Dean looked to his side at Bobby in the Mercedes next to him, Bobby nodded. Dean slowed down as Oz sped up in between the to SUV's making The limo Push up. Once in the middle the sunroof to Oz's car opened and Randy jumped out onto the roof of the car pulling out his swords and jumping on the SUV on the left he broke the windshield with one stroke of his sword and went into the car. Then he went into the car feet first. The SUV Randy was in started to sway and go out of control. Then out of the window of Oz's car Bobby stuck his torso out and using his shotgun shot out the tires of the second SUV. My turn! Thought Dean and he sped up going into ongoing traffic then coming back into the lane with the black limo that contained L'Pan. Dean got up close behind the limo and stud up on the seat of the motorcycle and ran and jumped on to the limo he got up to were the sun roof was when a bullets started flying out of the roof. "Shit!" Said Dean, the bullets barely missed him. Then Dean grabbed on to the side of the limo and swung off still holding on he used his feet to brake through the back seat left window and manged to hit someone in the face he heard a gun fall. Dean swung back out and climb back on to the top of the limo and and punch the sun roof. It instantly shattered. Dean jumped through it into the limo kicking a guard on the left in the face then shooting the gun out of the second one next to him. He punched the man the man he landed next to in the face knocking him out. Then the driver turned around pulling out a Beretta 92f. Dean Whacks it out of his hand and pistol whips the driver in the face. he turns around looking at two dead men and one man knocked out and next to that man a letter. Dean quickly grabbed the and opened it, because he realized none of the men in the car were L'Pan. "SHIT!" Yelled Dean. He opened the letter furiously it read, Ha... Ha... Ha.... Nice try boys. I'll find all of you and and I'll find out how. Everyone of you will suffer. Starting with you Dean Craig. P.S. I have your little girl friend, Ha... Ha... Ha... Sincerely Donney L'Pan. Dean crumpled the letter up with one hand. He had a Killer look in his eyes his face contorted with rage. "No! Fuck you L'Pan! You think I'm the prey!? Wrong! I'm the hunter and you are the kill! You woke up the sleeping giant you bastard!" Yelled Dean looking up at the sky through the sun roof. Then he heard in his ear the voice of Lex coming from the ear piece, "Shots! Shots! Were are you? Whats taking so long?!"
out of bridge! Thoughtbridge!Thought Dean, then
“What are you doing? This is the wrong lane! The bloody cars are coming towards us!” Yelled Randy. Oz had a crazy smile evil smile on his face.
“I know.” Responded Oz. He quickly dogged an on coming car, as Randy pulled Dean closer to the car so he would be hit by it. The one of the SUVs came up closer, and in an attempt to hit Dean hits the open door knocking it straight off.
“I wont.” Replied Bobby.
“Umm okay we there…” Said Daniel awkwardly.
are in.”
"Good, Oz and Randy are also in position." Replied Lex. Then Dean heard Lex's voice on the loud speaker and a minute later the sounds of people leaving. Yes. thought Dean. "Alright lets find that door Dean." Said Bobby as he pulled out a some schematics. "Its the wall right behind you." Said Bobby the Wall Behind Dean was covered from bottom to top with stacked money. "Are you sure." Asked Dean looking at the schematics. "Hmm... Your right." Said Dean thinking, he went over to the stacked money an touched it. "Maybe its-" Started Bobby.
"Shh!" interrupted Dean listening hard. He started moving to the right listen hard, "All... Electronics... Make... Noise!" Said Dean and on "noise" he touched a block of money it turned out to be metal. Dean pushed on the metal block of money, and it came out to reveal a keyboard that was for an access card, on the side there was a bar code reader, Dean put his pass to it and the keypad beep twice, and the stack of money swung open like a door. "Ha!" Said Dean smirking, behind the door there was a room at least seven times the size of the vault, Dean looked back at Bobby, who was smiling and shaking his head in astonishment. The two men walked in the room, it was filled with money in giant cases on wheels, there was thirty or forty case.

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He man spat handsome with chizzledchiseled features he was only himhe and the asked again “How!?”“How?!?” and the violent rock his chairhe and itthe chair fell over was sitting in and usingin. Using his new to shoot franticly.frantically. And then to the leftright of him “H-HOW!” yelledhowled the guard. felt himself flingbeing flung to the of a punchblow to the hand, he quicklyswiftly got up from the painfulagonizing blow he the face thenthen, not able to the groundfloor knocked out.
The man walkedstrode over to the shades lettingallowing the moon light in.moonlight to enter the room. The bloody guard it up. He thenThen, he took the the guard. “II hate this type,” saidtype, thought the man. had always preferredfavored the type in it. It wasIt’s too visiblevisible… thought the on the chairchair-- next to the side there--there was a kicked the door open.door, knocking it off its hinges. He walked corridor. He walkedpaced down to found a stair case hestaircase. He walked up and down anothera different hallway were he found anotheran additional door which in a hugecolossal atrium with people in itit; each talking or to another thereone another. There was a door with anothera security guard insitting behind it. He the street. ‘WhenWhen are they I have escaped’ thoughtescaped? Thought the man. Then almost immediately after he heard down the street. “WOOW!” said the man.street.. He continued up the streetstreet, then he turned and walked into one He whistled for aat passing cab to stop.cab, it stopped. He got said “The ablungotii.”Ablungotii.” The taxi at the handsomestriking 6 star to the lobby thenlobby. Then, he continued of the hotel tohotel, where the valet were bringwas bringing cars to there owners he sawowners. “Number 7890.” Said the man to one of the valet employees. “Ticket sir.” Replied the valet employee. “Ah, yes here,” Said the man giving the valet employee his ticket and said, “Gratsi, one moment.” Said the employee running off to fetch the car. Moments later the valet employee came back in a Mercedes AMG SL65 black series comeseries. He got out it was his car, he went upand gave the keys to the man.
“Thank you,” Said the man giving the valet worker and said, “Gratsi”employee a fifty dollar bill.
“Your welcome” the valet workeremployee in an Italian accent, handing the keys to the man.accent. The man asked the man at thehost behind his podium. “Yes,” under Bobby.”
“ahh,
“Ah, right this way sir” saidsir.” Said the seater.host seeing the reservation on his clipboard. They arrived table with sevenfour finely dressed with a bearbeer gut and us but how’dhow you get his seat next toon the other side of Bobby.
“Friday? two day gap!”gap govner’!” said another man coming and taking his seat at the table hetable. He was skinny and no tietie, he had
“No shit Sherlock. Dean tell us what happened at the embassy?” Said Bobby
“Nice of you to join us Randy.” Said Dean ignoring Bobby’s question.
asked randy. sheShe must still
“Fine.” Said Dean.
“Dean we have more pressing matters to talk about! What happened at the embassy?” said Bobby. “What did you tell them? What did they ask?”
“I didn’t tell them anything and all they asked was ‘How?’” replied Dean.
“Bulox! He’s lying,” said a medium built man sitting next to Randy he also had a British accent.
went down thatin the last few night!” saidSaid dean.
“Well, don’t know it how we did itit, but they or else whohow would they have you questionedquestioned, and I’m Rome,” said the last man
“JimDean.
“Oz and DopeDean your both fast as possible everyonepossible. Everyone lets go our stuff readyready, because we
“Ah, I liked Rome,” Said Randy gloomily. Then Bobby started to get up.
“Wait how did you get tickets? How did you know we had to leave?” Said the man named Lex. Bobby looked at him and said, “I didn’t know that we were going to have to leave?”
“So how are you gonna get tickets?” asked Lex.
“I have connections,” said Bobby turning around to walk towards the exit.
“What airlines?!”airlines?!?” asked Lex away.
“Virgin Atlantic”Atlantic,” replied Bobby.
The next morning Dean got up, got dressed, and headed towards the airport. He spotted the men and walked up to them. “Morning Sunshine” said Randy to Dean. “Hey Shots,” said one of men.
“Morning Oz,” replied Dean.
Bobby handing deanDean his ticket.
“Yeah, but what are we going to do about my memory?” replied Dean.
can we do?”do mate?” said Randy job done?” Dean asked.Asked Dean.
“Not here!” said Lex.
retrieve his carry ons.carry-ons.
“Lets go,” said Randy. “ Everyone’s already off the plane.
“Lets go” Said Dean ready. As they got off the plane they saw the rest of the men waiting for them. The men left the airport and got saw a man holding a sign saying ‘Dean, Bobby, Randy, Lex and Oz’ they made there way towards him. Once there, the Man said, “this way gentlemen,” they followed him out side to where a black limo was parked. The men got into it. “Now tell me what happened with the job. Did it work?” Asked Dean.
"Hold on... and... here... we... go... Got them!" Yelled Lex, "Alright listen to this..." Said Lex getting up and taking the floor. Dean moved out of the way so Lex could lecture. "...This Vault here is a fake vault the real vault is under it there is a hidden door in the fake vault to get to the real vault, We will need explosives... But they need to be quite." Said Lex.
"I'm on it..." Said Bobby, "I know a guy." Bobby pulled out his cell phone, went to a corner in the room and called someone.
Said Lex.
“I hate guards.” Said Randy.
“Okay men I’ve got the stuff.” Said Bobby coming out of the corner and hanging up his phone.

heHe man spat
The man walked over to the window and opened the shades letting the moon light in. the bloody guard was now visible. “Sorry” said the man to the motionless body of the guard. Then he saw the 45mm. He walked over and picked it up. He then took the hip holster off the guard. “I hate this type,” said the man. He had always preferred the type of holster that one wore under the arm. He attached the holster to his belt and put the 45mm in it. It was too visible thought the man. He saw that on the chair next to the table pushed to the side there was a ¾ length raincoat most likely belonging to the guard. The man went to the chair and picked up the coat and put it on. It fit well. The man then walked towards the door and tried to open it, “damn” he said, realizing the door was locked. He backed up a few steps still facing the door, and took a deep breath in through his nose. As he let the breath out through his mouth he kicked the door open. He walked out into the empty corridor. He walked down to find another door at the end of the corridor. The man opened it, were he found a stair case he walked up the stairs and down another hallway were he found another door which when the man opened he found himself in a large hall he walked across the hall to find another door he opened it. And then he was in a huge atrium with 5 or 6 people in it each talking on a phone or to another there was a desk near the door with another security guard in it. He walked discreetly to the exit and out of the atrium to the street. ‘When are they going to realize that I have escaped’ thought the man. Then almost immediately after he heard the alarm go off. He started running down the street. “WOOW!” said the man. He continued up the street then into one of the busy streets of Rome. Such a beautiful city, Rome… thought the man. He turned down another busy street filled with restaurants. Why would they put me in the embassy? Thought the man. He whistled for a passing cab to stop. He got in and said “The ablungotii.” The taxi driver grunted his approval. Once at the handsome 6 star hotel and in his villa suite he took a shower and got into a striking all black, including tie and shirt, Armani suit and went down stairs to the lobby then he continued out to the front of the hotel to where the valet were bring cars to there owners he saw a Mercedes AMG SL65 black series come out it was his car, he went up to the valet worker and said, “Gratsi”
“Your welcome” replied the valet worker in an Italian accent, handing the keys to the man. The man got in the car and drove off to meet the rest of the team at a 5 star restaurant in the heart of Rome.

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ClintClint woke up looked down.
“Really
“Really Leo? Again? the floor.”
Clint
Clint pushed Leo over him.
“Alright
“Alright alright, I’m I’m going.”
Clint
Clint pulled off that often.
Clint
Clint and Leo to Clint.
“Where
“Where we headed walk today.”
They
They took the sighed loudly.
“Ay!
“Ay! Calm down run later.”
Leo
Leo looked over large tree.
“Aright
“Aright this is later Leo.”
Clint
Clint collapsed into his eyes.
The
The sun was anything about.
Leo
Leo was lying Clint returned.
"Let's
"Let's go kiddo, little something."
Leo
Leo eagerly snapped to be.
As
As he followed particular stud?”
Leo
Leo responded only the street.
“I think I smell what you’re after Leo, I’m not sure what it is, but I can see why its got you all in a tizzy.”
was overwhelming.
“So, you’re still hungry, eh? After you.”
Leo lead the way down a short flight of stairs leading into the small diner, and waited for Clint to open the door. It was about 11:30 as Clint pushed it open, and a few bells jingled tiredly. The place was rather small, but chairs and tables were jammed everywhere. There were only two or three customers, but by the looks of the blueberries and syrup strewn all over the tables and floor, the place had been full not long ago. Clint usually didn’t sit down to eat anywhere that he couldn’t bring Leo, he always kept an eye out for outdoor tables. They were good for people watching too. However, for some reason he wasn’t so concerned about Leo being asked to leave, there was a friendly and relaxed aura about the place. Leo strode in between tables to the open counter in front of the kitchen, as if he were going to order something. Clint hesitated for a second, and then knocked on the red counter. A man of above average stature seemed to glide out from some nook in the small kitchen. He had dark black hair, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was wearing a white apron that had turned to a blotchy beige color, no doubt from countless grease stains and spills. When he spoke, his smile was wide and friendly, and his voice was deep.
fine morning?”
Clint
Clint replied, “I the road.”
The
The chef’s smile you like?”
“I’ll
“I’ll take whatever, in mind.”
“I’ll
“I’ll whip something to eat?”
Clint
Clint looked down deserves it.”
Landon
Landon nodded and the counter.
Clint
Clint paused for pancakes huh?”
Landon
Landon turned to my passion.”
Clint
Clint quickly replied, my own.”
Landon
Landon checked the you into?”
“I
“I just told little sheepishly.
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“Now that’s just a living?”
Clint
Clint looked sheepish my job.”
“And
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“Whoaa easy bro. folded napkin.
Clint
Clint was suddenly to Leo.
“How
“How are they?” the kitchen.
Clint
Clint quickly splashed his mouth.
“So?”
“So?” Landon called again.
Clint
Clint swallowed hurriedly so fluffy.”
“Good
“Good that’s just to hear.”
Clint
Clint took the his already.
Clint
Clint voiced his ever had.
“One
“One sec, lemme it comes.
Clint
Clint swallowed his or something.
Landon
Landon and Clint the store.
Landon
Landon pushed the on by.”
“Thanks
“Thanks I really Clint replied.
“Oh
“Oh no problem.”
“Here’s
“Here’s my blog his chair.
“Great,
“Great, I’ll see meant it.
Clint
Clint walked out three o’clock.
“Thanks
“Thanks for taking besides you.”
Clint
Clint bent down towards home.
“You
“You get some time too.”
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The rest of up with?
Leo
Leo and Clint to write.
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Clint woke up to the feeling that the front of his shirt stuck was stuck to his chest. He looked down.
“Really Leo? Again? Keep this up and you’ll be sleeping on the floor.”
Clint woke up to Leo breathing into his face at the side of the bed. Soon, they left the apartment to go for their walk. When they returned towards the evening, Clint sat down on the couch and opened up his computer. He was gearing up to write a short summary of his day, and share a pecan pie recipe that he’d stumbled across a few weeks ago. When the page loaded, Clint was stunned. There were more responses to yesterday’s post than he’d received for all his other entries combined.
“I didn’t even know this many people read my thing!” Clint exclaimed to Leo.
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In response to Thursday, June 12:
I live by myself in a small New York apartment. Just now, I ate breakfast. I had four poptarts. They were the strawberry kind. After breakfast I got dressed in my work uniform. I’m a security guard at a local museum. Even though my shift doesn’t start until eight, and the museum is just around the corner, I like to wake up at five. This way, I have as much time as I want to do all the little things in the morning. I can spend 30 minutes watching the sunrise, or spend an hour making my self an extra special breakfast. The morning is me time, it relaxes me before I really have to start my day. Today, before I left work, I read your blog, wrote this reply, and played four games of chess against the computer. Plus, I counted the approximate number of bites it takes to finish a pop tart. Depending on your mouth size, its about eleven, in case you were wondering.
Entry written by user sparkplug226
In response to Thursday, June 12:
I had trouble falling asleep last night; I was busy thinking. I always have to mentally switch of my brain before I go to sleep. Otherwise, I spend the whole night thinking. Unless, of course, I’m so tired that my brain switched itself off, without even asking my permission. But anyway, last night was one of those nights that I didn’t switch my brain of for an hour or so. I was thinking about how when I was little, going to sleep was the worst. I had no control over what popped into my head, and at night, in bed, the worst things always invaded my thoughts. I thought about people robbing my house, coming to get me. I thought about monsters coming to eat all of my favorite stuffed animals. I thought about my parents getting up and leaving, and never coming back. It always took a long time for me to fall asleep. These days, I still think about that stuff, only I have more control over my thoughts. Every time I think about my house catching fire during the night, I can tell myself that such things are highly unlikely, push the thoughts away, and go to sleep. I think as you grow older, not only do you gain more control over your body, actions and words, you gain more control over your thoughts too. Anyway, thanks for your entry, it really made me think. I figured I owe it to you to give you a little slice of my thoughts, since you do it everyday. In fact, maybe I’ll start my own blog.
Entry written by user Beef_sister
The entries went on. Clint was amazed by all the people sharing their thoughts and little tidbits of their lives. Many of the entries thanked him for writing his blog, and echoed his sentiments about not knowing enough about others. Some of the responses made him laugh, some made him think, and some were just absurd. Just when he was nearly finished reading every single reply, a new one was posted. For some reason he was captivated by it.
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