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Blue Eyed Monster

Charlie didn't expect to see her here. Immediately, the smile she had faltered as the realization that The Day had finally come to fruition. It's not like she hadn't been thinking of Taby pretty much every day since that fateful night when they "amicably de-coupled". Taby wanted to be friends (Don't they always?) but Charlie knew better. They said amicable but it had now been 4 years since they saw each other, until tonight. If Charlie had anything to do with it, that streak would last a little longer.

She tuned back in to Chyler, attempting to refocus on her sister's story in the dim bar. "Hey, Chy, I see a certain Blue eyed monster in here so i'm gonna...BYEE!" Charlie whispered as she grabbed her purse and jumped off her bar stool to escape the situation. She'd explain later, that ugh, finally, her ex was back in the picture and not the one she screenshotted from Taby's Facebook.

Chyler text her sister once she got the Uber notification that she was safely home. "Sooo...WTF bunnybee. You looked hot tonight so why'd you ditch?"
"Because one Miss Tabitha Michelle Jensen was at the bar! Did you not see the devil herself?"
"I got the check and left as soon as you did with no EXtra sightings! Your EXit makes sense now...guess some demons can't stay hidden".
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Blink

Even though I'm tall, for a member of my species - 5'11, and in Earth gravity, too - John's limbs, his torso, his legs, subtly elongated, but elegantly so - put him over 6'6. Enough to survive on Earth, even though he was born here.

It must be why he's so awake. So alive. I felt a little of that, beside him last night, in the darkness of the seedy meteor motel, his soft brown hair and warm pale skin under my rough chin. His lips on mine, me trying to suck in how he felt so deeply, and trying to ignore the small wave of guilt I managed to muster up for Medea, the girl waiting for both of us back home.

"Thank you," he murmurs, sobering somewhat. "Even though we failed."
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In and Out and Up and Lost and Found

My hands tighten on the steering wheel. Waves crash before me onto the bridge below, wetting my windshield. I turn my wipers on and wait. If I drive off now, No one will notice me gone until the storm is gone, and even then it'll be hard to tell if it were suicide or not. But the car, I think, a bit of panic running through my chest. If I drive off in this, they won't have a car. I'll leave, I think.
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Tock-Tock The Broken Clock.

Chloe was not the type of person who believed in fate. In fact on her 30th birthday a friend of her had said to her (walking straight supported by Chloe) while they were going out from the bar, where they had spent most of the evening with generally good drinks, that Chloe was a person destined for something great. Then they had walked into another bar where the evening ended pretty uneventful. The next day Chloe´s old boss announced that the company, who dealt exclusively with the investment bank of Lehman Brothers, would have to declare for bankruptcy by the end of the month and fire all of their staff.

“No”, Chloe thought to herself. “I don´t believe in fate”. The bus monitor showed her that her bus was canceled. “But I do believe in really bad days”, and a motorcycle suddenly swept past the sidewalk where she was standing. It actually was so close it´s side-view mirror crashed into her left arm, exactly where Chloe had her newly bought wrist-watch. Suddenly time stopped!
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