Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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Oliver went to a park a few blocks away. Wind nipped at his sides, in his plain gray tee shirt and blue jeans, but he didn't mind the cold. The shirt had many colors splattered on it, and had been quite worn. The same with his jeans, which were ripping at the knees.
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Lizbeth Flipped a couple of pancakes then switched to eggs and scrambled some eggs as well. "I'm hungry now.." Lizbeth trailed off.
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Oliver watched the leaves flow in the distance-- orange and brown. It was a fall afternoon, afterall. He frowned, not feeling any creative charge anymore. That feeling bothered him.
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Lizbeth was mixing up some ore pancake batter when two more people came through the door. "Hey, Lizbeth I can take over from here, sorry I'm late." She looked up and smirked at Ryan.
"It's fine, I was too." He laughed.
"Oh Mrs. Conell's here to see mom, can you go get her." Lizbeth nodded and walked off to find her mom. -
Oliver frowned a bit more, and he was soon crying like crazy. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He couldn't work, he couldn't focus, couldn't think. Life was now a bland subject.
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Lizbeth hung up her apron, let her hair out o her bun and clocked out. She walked out into the restaurant. She found her mom. "Mrs. Conell's here to see you, and I'm going now." Her mom nodded and diapered back through the kitchen. Lizbeth let through the font door, she decided to walk sense it seamed nice out now.
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Oliver watched a family of almost identical blondes walk past. A mom, dad, then two boys, twins and a girl, who was more of a brunette blonde, who looked around sixteen. He hung his head low as he grieved.
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Lizbeth shook out her hair. She had a bounce in her step, which made her hair bounce up and down with her step. She fiddled with the strap of her bag.
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Oliver, watching his grey flats, made for just romping around the house, kept his head low at an unusual angle. He cleared his throat and his breath was heavy. His mind was heavy, as well, with pounds of emotion and thought.
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Lizbeth started to cut through the park as a shortcut back to her house. She ran a hand through her hair. Lizbeth stumbled as tough she almost tripped over something. "Sorry." She mumbled, the wasn't sure if it was something or someone so she didn't talk loudly.
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Oliver just shrugged when he was tripped over, everything was just a blur to him now. By now, his tears were gone, but his eyes were still red and swelled from crying for so long. He sniffled and wiped his nose, looking up to the young lady who had tripped over him.
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Lizbeth looked back, she did a quick double take. "Ur.. Um.." She stopped and turned around. "Y-you o-okay.?" She tucked her hair behind her ear.
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"Fine." Oliver said lightly. He wasn't very open to new people at normal, but, at this time, he was locked shut. Tightly. Alyssa and him had been very close-- and her suicide was tearing him apart.
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Lizbeth nodded slightly, "O-okay." She tightened her hand on the strap of her bag. "Sorry for tripping over you.." She blushed slightly, "I.. didn't see you."
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"It's fine." Oliver's voice seemed to be a mouse's. He was very shy, but also quite grumpy, at this moment. He wasn't himself when he was depressed, he knew that.
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