

StareSpinning in his chair, Dante lets it come to a stop. The blur of the world slowing until it comes to a full stop, then back up agian with another push of the foot. Looking down, he hopes his baggy pants wont become entangled. He bought it at a shop in the Fondulac Mall; along with the V-neck black shirt he is also wearing. He loves them, feeling comfort every time he puts them on. The chair comes once again to a stop but he lets the rotation die this time. Looking across the room, he sees his co-worker and employer, Laura. She is construction something to which Dante can't identify. Laura is older than Dante, but he doesn't know by hoStare


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“Hello?” A voice beckons into the receiver. It’s just the uncle, no need to worry too much yet. The wait is torturing him. Dante presses the cold plastic against his cheek. “Is Alfred there?” His voice is a little shaky, but he keeps his anxiety hidden. “Yeah, I’ll go get him.” Setting down the phone, the man walks off. It is then he hears the familiar silence, the ever-waiting darkness screaming back at him with it’s own impatient ness. He’s too close
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i didn't know you lived in milwaukee. I was just there bumming around being a crazed person with a friend. haha.
update me:
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MATE, MAAAATE? Shhh. hello? acid? aah. I appear to have eaten something bigger than my head.
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well anyway, your the 337 NUBSAUCE! HAHA ZOMGWTFPWNZORD!
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it's been awhile. what have you been up to these days?
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"there are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors..." - Jim Morrisson
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