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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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mercurial temperament
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"Stars look nice tonight, don't they?"
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Laura looked at her boyfriend, Paul, and mentally groaned.
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"Yeah, they look great. Can you hand me that lighter?"
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Paul tossed his lighter at Laura and it caught her squarely in between
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her eyes. She swore and glared at him.
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"You have about as much grace as an elephant on crack, Paul."
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"Jesus, Laura, what it with you tonight? I can't seem to say or do
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anything right today."
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Laura zipped up her coat and pulled on the door handle of Paul's
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ancient Chevy. Nothing happened.
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"Dammit, Paul. I thought you got this door fixed."
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"It *was* fixed. I think you just trashed it again. Here, let me get out
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and open the door for you. I think we need to take a walk."
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Laura rolled her eyes and watched Paul as he got out of the car and
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walked around the front. He was a good-looking guy. Longish blond
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hair, intense blue eyes, nice physique.
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"Come on. Let's take a walk."
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Laura stepped out of the car and lit a Kamel, the red brand they brought
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back because "it tastes good". Paul reached for her hand but she put
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it in her coat pocket. For a moment she watched her breath cloud
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the crisp air.
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"Laura, please, tell me what is going on."
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Laura sighed deeply. "I think we should break up."
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"Why? I love you. What have I done to make you so angry?"
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"Nothing, not really. I just don't think that you and I are right for each
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other, that's all."
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"Oh, and who *is* right for you, Laura? Michael?"
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Laura's blue eyes blazed and she turned to face Paul.
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"As a matter of fact, he is perfect for me! He is not clumsy or stupid,
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he actually has a mind and he can use it, too. It's not something I
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would expect you to understand."
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"I see. And he is so perfect that he ignored you for 3 years while you
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were going through hell with that eating disorder and taking all sorts
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of anti-depressants. That doesn't make any sense, Laura."
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"He had his own issues to work out." Laura tossed her Kamel in the snow
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and lit another.
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"Excuses, always making excuses. So I'm clumsy. So I don't write
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beautiful words designed to make you lust after me. So what, Laura?
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I stuck by you, loved you, dealt with all of your bullshit. Why did I do
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that Laura?"
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"I dunno. Because you wanted to get laid?"
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"Fuck you. You know it was more than that. It is because I love you and
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want to see you be happy. Just because I am not Michael does not mean
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that I am not worthy of you."
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"That's your opinion. I love Michael, and I want to go back to him. No,
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quit crying. You were a convenience, nothing more. He is ready for me,
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and I am going to go him, and no amount of tears can convince me that you
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are the right one for me. Your soul isn't beautiful enough. You are too
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plain."
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"Fine, if that's the way you want it, then be that way. I don't want to
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hear from you when he abandons you again."
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"Whatever, Paul. Just take me home."
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They went home in silence.
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[ two years later ]
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"Happy anniversary, Laura." Michael dropped a rose into Laura's lap.
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"I wrote a poem for you, today, darling. Would you like me to get you
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some champagne? I can read it to you, if you want."
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Laura frowned. "Sure, that's fine, Michael."
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Michael returned with the champagne and poured a small amount into
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her glass. She watched the bubbles race happily to the surface.
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"What's wrong, my darling? Did you have a bad day?"
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"Michael, we need to talk."
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"Certainly. What is it?"
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"Things aren't working out between us. I think we need to break things
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off."
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"But why? Everything has been wonderful between us for the last two
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years. What changed your mind?"
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"Well, I ran into Paul at the cafe the other day, and I realized that this
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romantic stuff just isn't me.. I prefer someone like Paul, honest and
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sensible. You always have your head in the clouds."
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T H E E N D
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demonika
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demonika@demonic.com
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http://www.demonic.com
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