Fear, love... and betrayal; that's what I feel about my new life.
It's a life I never asked for, at least not like that.
I certainly dreamed of adventure, of escaping from my ordinary life, but nothing prepared me for what would happen when my norma...
After a few more minutes spent digesting this information I have to admit to myself, I'll never know the truth and I certainly won't be asking Gisèle for the answer to that question. I need to go home, it's late and I'm starving since I haven't had a crumb to eat since breakfast this morning. Maybe it's because of my long nap, but I feel in great shape and even manage to run home without feeling winded, incredible! My training sessions must finally be paying off. I arrive home in less than twenty minutes...mind blowing.
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I head straight into the kitchen without even taking the time to take off my shoes. After all, there's nobody around to call me on it. I open the fridge to see what I can make for myself, but I know from the outset that my lack of talents in the kitchen leaves me very few options. It will have to be a "Lou Special", that's a peanut butter, chocolate and banana sandwich; it's a real treat.
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To get me in the mood, I hook up my phone to the sound system and crank up AC DC's "Thunderstruck". After performing a couple air guitar solos, my rumbling stomach calls me to order. I take a wooden spoon and begin my culinary creation. Between two slatherings of chocolate, I head towards the peanut butter, which is on the other end of the counter, but as I start to move, the jar begins its own journey and slides down the granite countertop, stopping only as it reaches me. Panic-stricken, I drop the glass jar of chocolate spread I'm holding, which shatters into a thousand pieces on the floor. I'm mortified. How can something like this happen? I'm convinced that I must be crazy and hallucinating. But the jar of peanut butter is actually right beside me. That's the end of my hunger. I grab the offensive jar and throw it in the garbage can...I'm not sure why, but a peanut butter jar that moves by itself is certainly not normal! There's also no way I'm going to leave the garbage bag in my house.
Once outside, I notice a car coming down my street; it's not just any car, but a light green 1970s Beetle, which is certainly not commonplace around here. In fact, I only know of one other person in the area who owns one, and that's Gisèle.
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