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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 25, 2016 at 10:45 am
James had a lot on his mind. He's always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil now swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 25, 2016 at 11:43 am
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James had a lot on his mind. He's always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil now swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 25, 2016 at 11:53 am
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James had a lot on his mind. He's always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil now swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules .
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 26, 2016 at 12:51 am
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James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 26, 2016 at 1:14 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was.
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 26, 2016 at 2:43 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was. He was shaking with nerves with sweat running down his face, he stumbled over his words as he tried to tell James something quite urgent.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 26, 2016 at 3:04 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was. He was shaking with nerves with sweat running down his face, he stumbled over his words as he tried to tell James something quite urgent. "Jules has told me everything James, all of it, all your secrets, and now.. oh my god what have I done?"
Are you ready for the fire? We are firemen. WE ARE FIREMEN! The heat doesn’t bother us. We live in the heat. We train in the heat. It tells us that we’re ready, we’re at home, we’re where we’re supposed to be. Flames don’t intimidate us. What do we do? We control the flame. We control them. We move the flames where we want to. And then we extinguish them.
Impersonation is treason.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 27, 2016 at 12:06 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was. He was shaking with nerves with sweat running down his face, he stumbled over his words as he tried to tell James something quite urgent.
"Jules has told me everything James, all of it, all your secrets, and now.. oh my god what have I done?"
James was becoming a bit frantic himself in his mind what is everything!? Everything about him helping her cover up her past? Everything about the affair? Or did she really tell him everything, no should couldn't have...she wouldn't.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 27, 2016 at 6:17 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was. He was shaking with nerves with sweat running down his face, he stumbled over his words as he tried to tell James something quite urgent.
"Jules has told me everything James, all of it, all your secrets, and now.. oh my god what have I done?"
James was becoming a bit frantic himself in his mind what is everything!? Everything about him helping her cover up her past? Everything about the affair? Or did she really tell him everything, no should couldn't have...she wouldn't. He steadied himself, and decided he would play dumb. He didn't want to give anything away.
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RE: Never ending story (serious edition)
June 27, 2016 at 6:21 am
James had a lot on his mind. He'd always been one to think too hard on things that worry him. Following orders wasn't easy for him, when a voice inside kept asking questions. His pencil swirling under the tip of his index finger, he had to find a way to make this right. James grimaced as he placed one hand on his temple and tried in vain to rub his frustration away, no matter how long he thought, his conscience would not let him focus long enough for a solution to form in his mind. He had always been plagued by what he liked to call 'analysis paralysis' but this was just getting ridiculous.
A welcome distraction, the door bell rang. He glanced at the clock. It was 3.31 PM and, curiously, as much as it is said that "time flies when you're having fun" several hours had gone by without him noticing and he most certainly had not been having fun. He threw down his pencil and dragged himself to the door. Jules? At this hour of the day? well, this could be just the kind of distraction he'd been looking for. He was walking now with a kind of swagger as he approached that cottage paneled oak door, already he was getting into the cocky persona he always tried to project when being around Jules. James, could see through the small window situated in the center of the door that it was raining outside, although at this angle it was still impossible to see if this actually was Jules.
When the door burst open it was not Jules but her husband who came crashing in with a frantic look on his face. He had never seen her husband in person up until this point, and now, here he was. He was shaking with nerves with sweat running down his face, he stumbled over his words as he tried to tell James something quite urgent.
"Jules has told me everything James, all of it, all your secrets, and now.. oh my god what have I done?"
James was becoming a bit frantic himself in his mind what is everything!? Everything about him helping her cover up her past? Everything about the affair? Or did she really tell him everything, no she couldn't have...she wouldn't. He steadied himself, and decided he would play dumb. He didn't want to give anything away.
"Forgive me for being dense but I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you're talking about... care to remind me?" inquired James, disingenuously, as he anticipated the imminence of the inevitably brash response.
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