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17- Everything's Funny
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Rayan took another swig of the lukewarm coffee he'd stashed in the kitchen. You could hear the rain coming down over the sound of the sound of the music leaking in from the dining room. It was peak dinner rush, and he was up to his elbows in dishes. The can of food trash nearby competed with the smell of the bleach water in the sink. The dishwashing station was tucked into an out of the way section of the busy kitchen, its own odd sort of haven in the hive of activity. There was no time to rest, however. Two waitresses called for tables to be cleared, and the line cooks were calling for clean pans.
After scrubbing the requested cookware, Rayan hoisted his empty black basin and snaked his way through the kitchen. The ambiance in the dining room was completely different. There were soft wood tones everywhere, and the booths and chairs were lushly padded, encouraging patrons to sit and enjoy, and maybe order more food while they were at it. Oh, how he'd love t
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"LET ME UP! LET ME UP! LETMEUP!!!"Scott woke up to Rayan frantically tearing his arms away and throwing the blanket off. He ran off to the bathroom before Scott could even grab the trashcan."D-don't come in here!" Rayan ordered as he slammed the bathroom door. The noise that followed indicated his emptying out of an entirely different orifice.What time was it? They must have fallen asleep at some point. The television was stuck on the 'Are you still watching?' screen. Scott stretched, several joints popping. He checked his phone. It was nearly 2am.Scott waited an appropriate amount of time, taking the opportunity to change into some sleepware, then gently tapped on the door. "You okay in there?" he asked.A moaning "I'm... okaaay..." was his reply.Scott went back to the living room and measured out another dose of medicine, stifling a yawn. He went ahead
Mark Me Yours 24- Feeling Better
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