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The Head 47 "Hey, you're not answering your phone! Are we going to meet tomorrow or what?" Mike asked, stepping into the Pizza restaurant that David worked at. David looked over at him, surprised, and then glanced at the open door to the kitchen where Stephanie were.The Head 47 by *PandaHaren
"I'm at work, stupid. And yes, we've got to get together that demo." David muttered. It was less than a week until they were going to meet Joe Reese again. And they had to have a demo ready. And they didn't really have any better tools than an old tape recorder. And that was exactly as fancy as it sounded. "Are you… sure you're supposed to be here?" David asked, almost being caught off
The Head 46 "How did the show go? I had planned to go, but the tickets were sold out." Stephanie smiled excusingly, turning back toward the dough she was kneading.The Head 46 by *PandaHaren
"If you had asked I could've probably gotten you a ticket." David shrugged. He was sweeping the floor from lack of better things to do. Between lunch and the late afternoon, there were just a few people ordering pizzas, and most of them would just pick them up, which meant no dishes.
"I don't…" Stephanie stopped herself. David looked over at her, but she was looking down at the dough that had turned round and flat as she kept working it into a pizza. "I don't want to seem too eager."
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The Head 45 The key met with the keyhole, the Door handle was turned, the door swung open and he stumbled in, the door slammed right behind him, to the left was the toilet. Carlos stopped in his tracks; there was something he had forgotten, He dived back to lock the door, Back in his apartment, that had never been a problem. If someone happened to get into that apartment, there wouldn't be anything to steal, and anyway, there was a glitch making it easy to force open even if you didn't have a key. That was different with Jean-Jack's apartment. The sound of a television was heard for the living room and Carlos turned around again. It was too late for JeanThe Head 45 by *PandaHaren
The Head 44 "Last day," Mike chirped like a bird. "Tonight we'll make history!"The Head 44 by *PandaHaren
"Let's keep the pain short," Robert mumbled lowly behind the drum set. The rest of the band looked back at him, all three of them wanting to complain about him being negative, but the doorbell saved him. Mike shrugged and ran up the stairs to see who wanted in. He didn't wait for any visits. He hoped it might've been Stephanie. Maybe they could keep the practice short and then Friday night could have a reprise. On the other hand, it could as well be Adam not that he knew that Mike was alone at home. Then opening the door wouldn't be such a good idea. Though he could just tel
The Head 43 Mike woke up too early. It had become past late before he got the guests out and it was even later when he fell asleep. And even then he had had a hard time falling asleep. He was too excited. The booze and the party would have been enough but Stephanie had pushed him to an edge where he had lied up even longer, just feeling her body against his. She had had an easier time going to sleep and now she lied asleep beside him. She lied on her back and the blanket, which she had stolen most of, had slid down to her waist. Mike supported his chin on his hand, turning to her just to watch her body. Her breasts teased him. He wanted to touch them, hoThe Head 43 by *PandaHaren
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Or, wait, why do I always pity that guy? Poor Mike for having a scary homo stalking him (okok, Adam's not stalking him, he's just... creepy)
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"When that day comes [and you die], do you want to remember having lived your life based on what you wanted and what you thought was right, or do you want to remember a life based on either what other people told you to do, or not do?"
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"When that day comes [and you die], do you want to remember having lived your life based on what you wanted and what you thought was right, or do you want to remember a life based on either what other people told you to do, or not do?"
You needed to work on your editing.
Can't speak for the present.
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"When that day comes [and you die], do you want to remember having lived your life based on what you wanted and what you thought was right, or do you want to remember a life based on either what other people told you to do, or not do?"
Come on, what were the odds...
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so. this is the 100,000,000th deviation?
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