Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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Oliver found a steady beat of sleep beating into him, like a whip into his back. He refused to sleep at this moment, and stared off into space blankly. His eyes watered.
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Lizbeth played the game on her phone until her food came out she ate slowly after a few minuets she continued to play on her phone.
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Oliver wanted sleep, yes, he did. But he couldn't let himself weaken to sleep. He needed to stay awake, he couldn't let this affect him. His expectations for himself were unrealisticly high.
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Lizbeth finished her food, she put up with the silence for a moment. Then she shot up slamming a twenty on the table. "I'll see you next time you call for lunch and avoid the why you left convo. once again." She said it with a sigh and walked out.
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Oliver's hands shook as he began to pick at his pale, thin nails. Yes, he felt, look, and acted sick. Mentally sick, physically sick, or emotionally sick? Possibly all of the above.
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Lizbeth walked back to her apartment, her hair bounced up and down as she stomped lightly.
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Oliver couldn't take the silence, and began to wish he had a CD player to play him some soothing music. He had always painted in silence, so he never found a need for a music player. He was beginning to regret that, now.
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Lizbeth fumbled for her keys and unlocked her door, she dropped her bag on the floor and plopped down on the couch. She turned on the TV and the news was on.
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Oliver still didn't want to go to public. Too many staring, curious faces. Too many questioning, judgemental people. He was utterly shocked when his phone rang.
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Lizbeth listened to the News as she buried her face into a pillow. She kept almost nodding off.
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