Chapter 17, guess whose back, back again

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Camilla-

I'm just sitting.

Yep, sitting, almost crying.

No, scratch that, weeping.

It's over, my life is done. 

I ran out of fucking French Fries , godammit.

I stare in the salty, grease stained back in sorrow. There is nothing to do, really. Everyone's gone back to L.A, Connecticut, etc. The 'meeting' we had last week is over, I just have to entertain myself now.

I should get some friends, real ones.

I spin in my whirly chair when I hear a knock on my studio door, and almost hit a piece of VERY expensive equipment that still needs to be installed, another thing I still need to do. 

I look at my door and do you know what I see?

Whitney.

Yes, Whitney, MARSHALL's daughter, there waving like a mad woman, jumping up and down, and all I do is blankly stare. How did she get here?

Oh, right, Marshall's studio is just down the hall from mine.

Just down the hall, you know, no big deal, expect the point he BROKE up with me, after about, 2 1/2 dates about, so you know NO BIG DEAL.

It's only I'm fucking obsessed with him, no big deal.

After blankly staring for about 5 minutes, I get up afraid Whitney's going to fucking break the glass, she has her nose against it so hard.  

I open the door, " Hello little lady, can I help you?"

"Oh hi Cammy!" She chirps, grabbing my hand and swinging it. " I was just walking up and down the hall, 'cause Daddy says I can, hoping people who bring some doggies up, because this one man, came up with a dog, and he had these sunglasses on, isn't that silly? To wear sunglasses inside?" She giggles, and falls on the floor and begins to roll.

"Whitney, does your daddy know your with me?" I ask he, folding  my arms, must be responsible bitch for once, cannot hug cute child that belongs to ex-boyfriend, must resist.

That when I hear another door open, " Whitney?" I hear his voice, "Whitney, where you go baby?" I see him walk out, close the door, and looks a me and just stops all together, just like my heart just did.

"Oh," He says, "Hello."

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