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i exit messages, and go to maps. 39 Leroy Brown...

I find it, and its really far... REALLY.

shit how am i going to get there? roger needs me.

i go online and look at a bus schedule. there's a bus stop just outside the apartment.

I read that some busses will be canceled due to the extremely icy weather.

i scroll through the chart and it says that the next bus going as far as Leroy Brown avenue is in 2 days. this is kinda ridiculous. its not THAT icy out.

i message roger again.
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rogertaylor@icloud.com
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Hey Rog...
listen i might not be there for a while.
next bus over to your area is in 2 days. is that alright?

if it means you will get here then yes. please.
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i'm glad rog is ok.

In the meantime, i decided i would try and play something on my guitar again since i haven't played at all since rog made me get stitches.

i pick up my guitar with my left hand and even that hurts.

i sit on my amp without plugging it in and try to strum a G chord. its hard to make the shape with my hand because the tendons are all moving under the skin where i cut myself. i know rog would want me to play again. maybe i'll just have to adjust.

i move my hand from a G chord to a C chord and almost scream in pain and drop my guitar. its moving the injured and cut up bits of skin and tissue underneath the stitches.

maybe its best if i let this heal completely before i try anything. i might make it worse.

I decided that i would go back out to the park to sit around because really, what better do i have to do?

maybe i'll take a walk too.

I get outside my apartment and walk down to the park and notice that Emily is back, but this time with her father.

"hi brian!" she squeaks again. i just smile and wave, trying my best not to look like a total creep.

she runs back over just as she did last time. she sits next to me and smiles the biggest smile at me. I have my sleeves up the slightest bit and she sees my stitches, and being just a little kid, she was curious.

"what are those?" she asks, pointing at them.

"these? t-they're stitches." i say, pulling up my sleeve so she can see them better. She touches them and pokes at them seemingly trying to pull on them making me pull my arm away very quickly.

"OW! please don't... s-sorry..." i say, almost jumping up from my seat. She stares at me, looking like she's about to cry.

"oh. i'm s-suh-sorry... p-please don't c-cry..." i say. "you can look at them... just don't touch them..." she looks at them for a split second before asking me why i have them.

"what did ya get them for?" she asks.

"oh... i p-probably shouldn't tell you..." i reply.

"Welp! see ya!" she squeaks as she hops off the park bench and skips away. smol

Just then, my phone chimes. i'm happy to see that its roger :)

im sorry for slow updates... heres a meme to make you happy.

^^

and that's it for deleted scenes. it ends here.

just say that brian knocked on rogers door, stormed in, got mad, rescued roger, I dunno if I wrote it in yet or not, but bri's grandma is gone and roger moves in with him.

and that's it, thanks for reading holy shit if you actually made it this far, MARRY ME NOW I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH.