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Curtains
They've been talking the entire day. It still amazes her how they both can stay on track with the topic of discussion even if they change topics in a breath. One moment, they were discussing about how to generate more income through marketing a product in a very unusual manner and then they'd immediately change it to something as mundane as the nutritional content of junk food.
"Seriously, they should be putting the nutritional information hidden in a big flap on the packets of these motherfuckers. You read it and realize that it's 60% of the daily recommended allowance for fat! What are these fuckers made of? Pure fat flakes?!" He says while munching on a couple of more chips from the bag he so previously proclaimed as evil.
"Why do you keep eating it then?" She asked while she was multi tasking - phone perched between her shoulder and ear while she's typing away on her laptop, trying to figure out the proper grammatical structure of her sentence.
"Because it's oh so good..."
"Then stop bitching about it if you keep on eating it, jackass." She chuckles as she put a period on her sentence, satisfied that she did it right.
"So, what time are you coming over?" He mumbles through his chewing.
"When I'm done with this."
"You work too hard" He grumbles.
"Nope, not enough. Talk to you later." She smiles as she hangs up the phone.
They've been trying to get their acts together and lives straight. Starting new when everything's broken is such a feat but they figured as long as they were together, they'd be okay. Her phone beeps and she takes her eyes away from the computer screen to check the message. It was from him.
"And hey, I just wanted you to see this." It was a picture message of their bare living room (they can't afford furniture just yet) with brand new curtains. The curtains she wanted. She smiled and sent a message back.
"I love you too."
"Seriously, they should be putting the nutritional information hidden in a big flap on the packets of these motherfuckers. You read it and realize that it's 60% of the daily recommended allowance for fat! What are these fuckers made of? Pure fat flakes?!" He says while munching on a couple of more chips from the bag he so previously proclaimed as evil.
"Why do you keep eating it then?" She asked while she was multi tasking - phone perched between her shoulder and ear while she's typing away on her laptop, trying to figure out the proper grammatical structure of her sentence.
"Because it's oh so good..."
"Then stop bitching about it if you keep on eating it, jackass." She chuckles as she put a period on her sentence, satisfied that she did it right.
"So, what time are you coming over?" He mumbles through his chewing.
"When I'm done with this."
"You work too hard" He grumbles.
"Nope, not enough. Talk to you later." She smiles as she hangs up the phone.
They've been trying to get their acts together and lives straight. Starting new when everything's broken is such a feat but they figured as long as they were together, they'd be okay. Her phone beeps and she takes her eyes away from the computer screen to check the message. It was from him.
"And hey, I just wanted you to see this." It was a picture message of their bare living room (they can't afford furniture just yet) with brand new curtains. The curtains she wanted. She smiled and sent a message back.
"I love you too."
