Adelia Cortez was never a shy girl. She liked to party, get drunk have hookups (on occasion). She love the feeling of everyone's eyes on her as she walked into a room. She craved attention and lusted for love.
She never felt fully satisfied when she...
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"Sorry baby, she insisted on coming." Adelia whispered the last part.
She leaned down and gave Fez a kiss on the lips. She stood back up and sat on the chair next to Fez as he as bathe his grandmother.
"Hey Rue." Fez sighed noticing the pacing girl.
"Yo, Fez.So you know how in every '90s thriller, right, Morgan Freeman plays, like, the same semi-psychic black cop." Rue said walking back and forth near the door.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"So, I know that's kind of racist, but the point is, in every movie, he's always calmly putting the fucking pieces of the case together, while everybody else around him is fucking freaking out, saying, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Morgan." She rants.
"You're You're a fucking bad husband.You should fucking retire." But no.Morgan is fucking hyper-focused.Because he can see beyond the little details. He's looking for the big fuckin' picture. Because all of this shit? It's connected, Fez." She looks over at Adelia and Fez with crazy eyes.
"And it is way bigger than any of us can even fucking see.The point is, that's me.Right now, that is fucking me.I can see everything so fucking clearly. I know what happened, I know why it happened, and I know what the fuck I'm gonna do about it." She grinned widely.
Adelia frowned when she noticed how deep her bags were,more than usual. She had stood up and picked up all the dirty rags around the room.
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