Last Day

Originally posted on MSPA by Stickmeister.

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>Jennifer: Make sure that guy didn't steal anything from your stash.

Oh if I find that son of a bitch's fingerprints on this he's going to wish he didn't climb out of his mother.



...It's fine.



It is a photo after all. You just didn't want anyone touching it and your dress has no pockets.

It's very important to you. It's a picture of someone you knew in college, when you were still dreaming of becoming a therapist. It became too hectic, too complicated, you couldn't keep up with the work. Then you eventually met a man. You don't remember his major. You grew close to him, and even...hmm. But then something happened. All sorts of rumors were spun, he was a criminal and skipped town, he was in the hospital in a permanent coma, you never learned exactly what happened.

All you know is that you miss him.

He gave you a ripped photograph sometime within your relationship and you've had it ever since.

It's been 3 years.



You decide it's safer to put the photo in your dress.

As your mind wanders, you suddenly snap back into reality when the phone rings. You put on your earpiece, and begin to work again. You're a professional now. You have to work, make up for your lost hours. No time. You have to focus.

You're a professional. You have to focus...



"So you're sure you know her?"



"I'm sure."



"You still gonna quit?"

"Oh, I'm still gonna quit."



"I'm just gonna convince her to quit with me."

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I promise not to lean into Cerebus Syndrome. Shit's still gonna be funny. Just gotta have a story. I will definitely make room for jokes and stuff. MORE UPDATES TOMORROWWWWWWW