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    with no limits – chapter 12: putting a square peg in a round hole

    Story written on April 27, 2007 by macky_o_mac.
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    “Just when I thought we were geniuses, washing cars is starting to be a really bad idea…”

    CHAPTER 12: PUTTING A SQUARE PEG IN A ROUND HOLE

    SUNDAY – WEEK 2

    7:43am @ the McCutcheon’s Residence

    “Shane, do you remember now? That song playing in the cold breeze?”

    “I… I don’t know. I can’t. How was that significant? I feel like my head’s about to fucking blow. Who are you again…?”

    A loud banging on her door startled Shane and she almost fell out of her bed. She was squint-eyed, trying to adjust to the light creeping from a small parting in the middle of the curtains that covered the windows. Crinkling her nose, she narrowed her eyes to try and make out the numbers blinking on the display of her digital clock. It was way past 7 in the morning, and only Alice had the balls to wake her up in the middle of a deep sleep.

    Surveying the room first before sitting up on her bed, Shane scratched the back of her head and yawned. “Quit pounding on the door, Al. I’m opening up.” She was in a zombie-like state, hauling her feet like they weighed a hundred pounds each across the floor, then weakly turning the doorknob only to topple over when Alice barged in hurriedly like there was an emergency fire drill. The fall knocked the wind out of Shane who remained flat on her back for half a minute before trying to humor Alice as she was walking back and forth inside the room. “Okay. I think I deserved to receive some help getting back on my feet. I hope that we’d get to discuss about the money thing clearly this time. Can you at least let me fix myself first? And my muscles ache like hell.”

    But Alice was nowhere near planet Earth. She had her ears clogged at the moment, lost in her train of thoughts that were trying to dismantle the hindering bars like prisoners in their lock-up cell. “Al…? Hey, Alice? Uh, how’d you get in here? I don’t recall leaving my keys outside.”

    Alice’s blank stare had vanished and her eyes started to focus on Shane’s figure now. She heard Shane’s question resonate in her ear once more. Her lips parted but she swallowed the words. She released a long, deep breath before opening her mouth again to answer, “Your aunt let me in.”

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    1. I bet itz dat Cherie bitch in da convertable . . . Huh? Well, ya doin a hell-a-kool job, Baby . . . Like alwayz from me, Baby-gurl, LYLAS ;-p . . . Stank . . . Da’ one and only, chicka!!!

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