Chapter 5, Dinner

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Marshall-

*The next night*

I've already finished reading those comic books I got with Camilla. That was a first, a girl liking comic books. Or maybe she was just trying  to impress me. Hmmmm. It's almost like 6:00, and I haven't made dinner, which I probably should. Maybe I should make myself a burger or something, I don't really fucking care. I get up from my sofa, and walk over to my fridge, and open in. Mustard, Tomato, meatloaf, soda, ketchup, meat, cheese, pickles. To much shit to handle at once God dammit, my brain can't process all this fucking shit. I slam the fridge and look into the freezer instead.  

Ice cream, ice, pizza, white castle burgers.

Ahhhh, better.

But I don't want the shit.

Then I remember, Camilla.

I said I would see her today.

But I didn't.

Maybe I'm fucking stupid.

Yeah, that it's.

I open a drawer and pick up the piece of paper I wrote her name on. She wrote her number in a girly type of font, with a heart over the 'I' instead of a dot.I smile.

I reach for my phone and type in her number.

"Hello?" I hear her ask.

"Hey, It's Marshall, I was wondering. . . if you wanted to go to dinner?"

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