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-Mother Teresa
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⍟Levi
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1:00 pm
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"Your snoring," I said, standing up to go use the bathroom. "Your snoring sounds like, a wounded warthog."
Diana gasps through the phone. "I do not sound like that." She says. "I don't even snore."
"Oh, bullshit." I laugh. "Your snoring is what woke me up in the first place. Almost gave me a heart attack."
"Lies!" Diana yells, through the phone. "Just lies!"
"Whatever Diana." Putting my phone on speaker and placing it on the bathroom counter I ask, "Do you seriously think you don't snore?"
"Yes." She answers quickly. "Me Diana Thompson is definitely not a snorer."
"There's only one way to settle this," I say, holding onto the door as I carefully remove my clothes.
"How?"
"Put the phone on speaker and ask Skyler if you snore."
"Fine." I hear shuffling in the background as Diana moved around. "Skyler where are you?" She asks.
"The kitchen!" I hear, Skyler yells.
Diana must have not been that far, because then she asks, "Skyler do I snore?"
"Yes, and it's absolutely annoying mate," Skyler says, truthfully.
"Ha, told you," I said, laughing. Diana mumbles something that I couldn't quite hear, but I'm pretty sure it was 'bitch'.
"Okay. I guess I do snore." She, mumbles.
"Diana babe, I'm gonna call you back. I gotta take a shower."
"Wait! Why don't you come over today." She suggests. "Skyler and I aren't doing anything today."
I smile. "Sure, I'll come over."
"Okay, see you later."
"Okay." Hanging up the phone. I carefully made my way inside the tub, holding onto the bathroom bar in the process.
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I sighed heavily, running a hand through my jet black hair. My eyes settled on the small clock that hung on my living room wall for a moment. Before shifting back to the tall figure in front of me.
"Are you even listening to me?" My father questions, walking towards me. I snap out of my thoughts, zooming back to whatever he was talking about.
"I'm sorry dad," I said, pushing my back against the couch. "Could you repeat what you said?"
My father sighs before sitting on the couch as well. "I said, I want you to call your army buddies and start looking for Lacy again."
Out of all the things, he could've asked me for
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General FictionDiana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone. She was born in a town called Ri...
