“Why are you smiling, Jaclyn?”
“I’m trying to recreate in my head the first time Patrick and I made out.”
“But you don’t remember the last five minutes due to the euphoria.”
“I like to think that’s when he had his hand between my legs and one of my nipples in his mouth.”
“Haha! Oh my God, Jaclyn!”
“You asked. Now excuse me while I...
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“Remember today last year?”
“No, why?” I ask it.
“Here’s a memory post fallout with Elizabeth!”
“Wait...don’t!”
“Too late LMAO!”
It’s not that bad. It was just me signing off on the entire Jaclyn/Elizabeth situation this month last year. This was before the run in, before me putting the fear of a higher power into her boyfriend, before our...reunion...before the second chapter that should not...
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So I’m sitting in the parking lot whilst June is at an appointment, and I look over at the dashboard in front of the passenger seat where the sun is hitting it just right to reveal Elizabeth’s boot prints are STILL visible after trying to get them off several times before. (See exhibit A below)
She would always sit in this kind of fetal position
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This is hanging up in the Starbucks in the lobby of where I work...
- Jaclyn
So you know those coke bottles with the entire “Share a Coke with (insert name here)”? I got one out of the vending machine at work, proceeded back to my workstation, and continued my work. That’s when I look down and see the name on the bottle...the name I should share my Coke with...
Elizabeth would have had a field day with this, because...because the...
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My writing and productive cycle has slowed a bit, and I’ve stopped doing several things at once. Some have attributed it to major life changes, the majority of them starting on my 34th birthday back in June (and I can definitely agree with that).
One thing it has shown me is that I still pine for the world of the Children of Cross trilogy:
Under...
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Today’s therapy session text to Alyssa:
“When you enter Panera...
You know what? Go fuck yourself.
Find me on your own.
Bitch.”
- Jaclyn
I sent this text to my wonderful therapist and close friend, Alyssa, a few moments ago:
INT. PANERA - EVENING
JACLYN, 34, brown hair, dark grey eyes, pale complexion, is seated at a table with her laptop open.
ALYSSA, a 5,000 year old demon in disguise as an angel, enters into Panera; the fires of hell entering with her that dissipate as fast as they...
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