YEAR: 2041
YEAR: 2041-2042
YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by JEMINA NOLAN on Mar 9, 2020 8:44:38 GMT -5
But you're still on my mind
i think about you baby and
I dream about you all the time
i think about you baby and
I dream about you all the time
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Her finger pressed the button to decline the call once again. The seventh call. She had to give her mother credit for being persistent. Of course, this was just a conversation that Jemina didn't care to have. It had been her first day back on the job since the incident. The incident. The word made it sound distant... detached... clinical. Of course that incident had changed her life.
She had spent the majority of the day not doing her job. She had spent it fielding and dodging the same questions and phrases: How are you doing? Welcome back. I'm sorry for your loss. The last thing she wanted to do at this point was recount an entire day of having the same exchange between pulling files. She lifted her hand and gestured for the bartender to bring her another drink.
A drink. Something else she had taken on since the incident. It didn't really numb the pain. It just made her feel a fraction of what she'd felt when she had been with Cyrus. Her hand reached up to twirl the ring on the end of the necklace between her fingers. Again her phone rang, and Jemina declined the call for an eighth time. The bartender slid a glass in front of her and then moved off. Jemina studied the glass and quickly called after the bartender. "Hey, this isn't what I ordered," said Jemina. The bartender turned and explain that someone else had bought the drink, and pointed at the other end of the bar.
She had spent the majority of the day not doing her job. She had spent it fielding and dodging the same questions and phrases: How are you doing? Welcome back. I'm sorry for your loss. The last thing she wanted to do at this point was recount an entire day of having the same exchange between pulling files. She lifted her hand and gestured for the bartender to bring her another drink.
A drink. Something else she had taken on since the incident. It didn't really numb the pain. It just made her feel a fraction of what she'd felt when she had been with Cyrus. Her hand reached up to twirl the ring on the end of the necklace between her fingers. Again her phone rang, and Jemina declined the call for an eighth time. The bartender slid a glass in front of her and then moved off. Jemina studied the glass and quickly called after the bartender. "Hey, this isn't what I ordered," said Jemina. The bartender turned and explain that someone else had bought the drink, and pointed at the other end of the bar.
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