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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:14 pm
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Daniel slid the paperweight back into the corner of the desk it usually occupied. Then he pulled his sunglasses off and dropped them to one side of the desk as well. Scrubbing a hand over his face, Daniel pulled a drawer under his open, and removed a full sized note pad and a black pen, and closed the drawer back. Dropping the pad onto the desk, Daniel began to scrawl on it randomly. Doing so had helped before in pulling out images from half surfaced memories. Perhaps it could aid with revealing half understood feelings.
The first page he quickly filled with scribbles, scrawls, and random shapes. He was just running the pen around without thought, trying to cleanse his mind. Once it was filled he tore the page off, crumpled it up, and tossed it across the room to land in a circular waste paper basket in the corner opposite the coat rack. Setting pen to paper again, Daniel pulled it across the paper in large swooping motions, and before long a word had begun to form. Why. That doesn't help. Tearing that sheet off as well, and tossing it, He tried again, and after a few minutes, Daniel found himself staring down at barely recognizable word, but it was enough to be read. Jessi. Not helping. Quickly tearing the page off and letting it fall uncrumpled on the desk, Daniel started again.
This time he focused on clearing his mind, envisioned everything as empty and gone. He started to write the first word to come to his blanked mind. When he was done, Daniel leaned back with a look of trepidation on his face. The large letters on the page stared back at him. Alone. Daniel shoved the pad away quickly, as if it were something dangerous, and it fell off the front of his desk to the floor. Folding his arms across his chest, Daniel tried to clear his mind again. That single word, alone, had struck something, but like almost everything else about him, he was unsure as to what or why.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:21 pm
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