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You ran a hand through your brown hair. You were stressed. It had been a bad day at work, the Flynn-Fletcher Antique shop, and you just wanted to come home an relax. But you knew that wouldn't happen. Recently Linda and yourself had an argument and you didn't know how to resolve it. As a result, Linda has been giving you the cold shoulder. She wont talk to you, well technically she hardly ever talks to you as far as she can help it. But today you've decided to change that. You want your Linda back. | You ran a hand through your brown hair. You were stressed. It had been a bad day at work, the Flynn-Fletcher Antique shop, and you just wanted to come home an relax. But you knew that wouldn't happen. Recently Linda and yourself had an argument and you didn't know how to resolve it. As a result, Linda has been giving you the cold shoulder. She wont talk to you, well technically she hardly ever talks to you as far as she can help it. But today you've decided to change that. You want your Linda back. | ||
| - | You stroll into you house. It was just after | + | You stroll into you house. It was just after nine. It was very late; however it was a Friday. Your kids were at a friends house for a sleepover, which meant the house was supposed to be empty. Your brown hair was hidden under the hood of you coat. You sighed before unlocking the door and entering the house. You shut the door behind you. The house was extremely silent. ''Was anyone even home?'' You kick off your shoes and flick the lights on. The was a sudden clatter of cups coming from the kitchen. As far as you knew, nobody was home, so you quietly made your way to the kitchen. |
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Current revision as of 00:10, 2 March 2016
You ran a hand through your brown hair. You were stressed. It had been a bad day at work, the Flynn-Fletcher Antique shop, and you just wanted to come home an relax. But you knew that wouldn't happen. Recently Linda and yourself had an argument and you didn't know how to resolve it. As a result, Linda has been giving you the cold shoulder. She wont talk to you, well technically she hardly ever talks to you as far as she can help it. But today you've decided to change that. You want your Linda back.
You stroll into you house. It was just after nine. It was very late; however it was a Friday. Your kids were at a friends house for a sleepover, which meant the house was supposed to be empty. Your brown hair was hidden under the hood of you coat. You sighed before unlocking the door and entering the house. You shut the door behind you. The house was extremely silent. Was anyone even home? You kick off your shoes and flick the lights on. The was a sudden clatter of cups coming from the kitchen. As far as you knew, nobody was home, so you quietly made your way to the kitchen.
Your shocked to see:
