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Eric Yorkie

@ThatCompWiz

They were playing Romeo & Juliet in 12th grade English class and I may have cried. | 18+ #CullenCoven

> to meet Mitchell.


> screen, a text from @ScoDell_ | I'm great. I still owe you that coffee, huh? When should we meet? | Wrapping up my stuff, I headed out >


> which was saved onto my gallery: s2.postimage.org/6b1i5tk6s/bmmq… We always had a laugh together. There was a notification on >


> memories. I slipped on my old jacket, now hanging by a thread, and grabbed my phone. I remembered a picture I took from last year >


> It had become tradition since Mitchell and I first started working together. As autumn rolled around, we'd frequent the bar and make >


> gathered after a long day. We were meeting in a few minutes with our usual gear: a half smoked packet of cigarettes and spare bills. >


> faint surprise in his voice when I invited him out for a drink at the local bar a few blocks from the office where the law cronies >


It was nearing midnight when I called Mitchell to see if he had plans- which I was certain he didn't and I was right. There was a >


- I hit send, fidgeting with other functions of my phone for the rest of the night.


- on the nightstand, and I thought, what the heck? | Morning... or night, depending on how you see it. Long time, no talk. How are you? | -


- turned, my thoughts turning alongside my body. @ScoDell_ came suddenly to mind. It'd been a while since we'd talked. My phone was laying -


- sleep. I'd had fits of insomnia the past few nights and thought of requesting vacation time to spend a few days away. I tossed and -


- my breath becoming easy in the stillness of the early morning. I knew I'd have to call in sick because I couldn't make it with zero -


- made a law firm seem more appealing than my own home. My cheek lay softly on the pillow being held atop my arms folded together; -


- had kept me from coming home, it was that I didn't want to come home period. There was something dank about my apartment that -


The clock on my nightstand read 3:21 AM. I had been awake exactly 3 hours now since coming home from work. It wasn't exactly that work -


Bad girls do it well... or however that song goes, huh @SuspendedMacie? *sings in reference to your suspension*


> fully prepared to crash.::


> Slipping my computer bag off, my shoes, and letting my phone lay back on the coffee table; I trudged heavily into my bedroom, >


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