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He called me at 7 to meet me I was happy very happy. But he didn't show up He couldn't He was killed SHE got him killed. *** " Morning will" , i rushed downstairs ,grabbing my Pochette. "Morning, Lisa." My friend Lea had invited me for breakfast . Will is my god father. Thin, frail, contemplative, intellectual, and a fatalistic thirty-nine-year-old , my dad's only trustworthy friend. "I'll be back in an hour", I told him. he nodded . I took my car keys and drove to her house . We talked about each other while making waffles . The thing is Lea is a new friend of mine. She shifted to Hawaii just a few weeks ago . We talked normally about her life in Austin and then suddenly she asked about my parents. "I don't know" "What do you mean by that? ", she asked "I said I don't know" " Are you like an orphan?", she asked me . I don't like her directness . I don't like direct people "Yes", I lied "That's lucky" "Maybe". I didn't bother to ask why. Just started having the waffle I made . " So , why did you want to be friends with me? " She hesitated a bit before answering me . "Because you look real friendly". She isn't a good liar. "Oh", i said "So since we are friends, can you like help me a bit? ", she asked me in a fragile tone . i knew she wanted me to do something for her. Well this is what people want anyways . This is the only reason why people talk to me. "Can i go home ? I feel sick", I asked her very politely "You are rude", is all she said. Rather , its all she COULD say. And then I went to meet him . But I was too late. *** SHE POINTED AT THE DOLLS, BUT HER GAZE WAS FIXED ON THE PRETTIEST ONE. THAT'S WHEN SHE KNEW, WHEN THE LAST BULLET HIT HIM, HE WASN'T THINKING ABOUT HER.
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