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Oh, yeah, so Gerry and Aaron are the only two neighbours on the whole estate who are a similar age to James and I. I'm twenty-six, James is twenty-eight. Gerry is twenty-five and Aaron is twenty-seven. Basically, they're the only ones we really talk to, because the entire of the rest of “Lane” are forty-something's with mid-life crisis cars, women who've had one too many face-lifts and whose teeth are so white you have to wear sunglasses to have a conversation with them. Most importantly though, no children, not a single one of them. The entire estate is so drama free you sometimes have to remind yourself you actually are alive. Ger

Sunday Evenings It wasn't always this way. I remember, once, things were a little clearer but over time, the edges just became kind of... blurred. I hate to imagine myself as the kind of person who could do this kind of thing. I hate to think of myself as that kind of woman. I despise that kind of woman. When life throws these things at you, it doesn't joke around. I don't even think I am trying to justify my actions here. I think... I think I just want someone to hear why I did it... what got me to this point. Does that make sense? Someday I'll look at myself real hard in the mirror and ask the question, “How did I get here?” We

George stared at the ground. Stephanie looked at him as thought he had just struck her. "Yeah. I'm really sorry about all of this Steph, I guess... I guess I don't have much to say. Don't worry about it, you won't be hearing from me again." George spun on his heel and began to walk away. "What is wrong with you George? Are you blind? Why on Earth would you decide to cut off all contact with me when you haven't done anything wrong?" George stopped in his tracks. "But I thought..." "You thought what George? You think that there are laws against going after the things you want?" Stephanie glared at George. "You were so cold... I thought y

The next day was a cold and unforgiving Winter morning, there was a fog outside like a babies blanket, shrouding everyone's feet. Some might say that was more a good thing than a bad, with some of the ridiculous footwear that was popping up here and there. I made my way to my office from my crappy one bedroom apartment on Fullerton. I can't help thinking sometimes when I'm walking along the façades that I'm really missin' something. When I arrived the front door of my office I was greeted by the familiar site of my assistant, Keikeia. That broad was a real doll, always so so helpful, worked for less money than really should've but to be

It was a quiet night in the city, the black descended on the streets like a cloak, the moon shone down casting a velveteen glow on the smallest bump in the ground, the rain came down heavy, so heavy it'd wake up the rats in the sewers, the ones that weren't already awake . It was the kinda night that made you want to drink until you couldn't see straight and then crawl home to your empty bed, unfulfilled, but too drunk to notice. Sadly for me, it was also the kinda night that I always had to spend working. I sipped my scotch and soda and stared across the room. This broad was something else, she had legs you climb and a face to launch a thou