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"Why didn't you keep driving?" Tears began filling her eyes, quivering and falling to her knees in a sobbing mass of human flesh.
"Why didn't you kill me? Why....I can't go on anymore."
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George grabbed her and hugged her, patting her on the back. "Life's too short to end it stupidly. Don't talk like that." George had to deal with a few situations like these back when he was a manager, so this wasn't anything new for him. "Talk to me about it."
George had noticed the french woman who showed up, but was too preoccupied at the moment to say anything.
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"My husband. He died. A whole year ago. It's been so hard. Can't find anymore house keeping jobs. I'm all alone in the world..." She said through shuddering sobs, not able to control herself.
When he hugged her, she tugged her body back and screamed. "Please, just kill me."
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"It's a hard period of time for all of us. This depression's taken away so many jobs, people are starving to death. I cannot kill you and live a healthy life, and I'm sure as heck not killing myself. Life is worth living, and you're not alone," George said as he tried convincing her not to end her life.
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"How...how can you go on?" She asked through tears, looking up into his face and almost seeing a glimpse of her husband in his eyes - those hopeful eyes. She almost broke down again except her curiousity had stopped her.
"Why...are you out here and driving a car? Gas prices went up?"
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"I need this car to drive to California, where I'm gonna find a job." George said as he continued hugging the curious woman, "I'm gonna go on as long as there's just a little hope, and driving's much easier than hitchhiking."
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(OOC: Sorry about that, my friend needed me.)
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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux.
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Bridget pat the woman on the back, she send a sad yet serious look to the man. "You are going to California?" Her green eyes had a slight flicker of hope. As she smoothed down the woman's hair. Her heart fell at the sight of the pathetic woman, so broken down.
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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux.
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"I was hoping you could give me a ride, I mean if you don't have room...I don't have much, just the journal and me. However I can find another ride maybe if you want to take the dame triste. I am rambling aren't I? Excusez-moi." She bowed her head a little and smiled slyly. A slight blush filled her pale cheeks. She pulled her dark hair over one shoulder and played with it, staring at her black shoes.
(OCC: I had to leave suddenly without stating I was leaving.)
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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux. Last edited by Coeurcasse : 05-08-2008 at 04:34 PM.
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