oh my darling

oh my darling

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"To die is different than what anyone supposed, and luckier." -Walt Whitman -- Clementine has incredibly shitty luck. She can't stop stubbing her toes, she has never had a good hair day, and when she took a swig out of the milk jug this morning, it was sour. Something horrible happened to Clementine her senior year. It was an older guy, who she trusted. It happened in the front seat of his beat up nissan, when she was shit faced, and after she was never the same. He left her on the side of the road, like a crumpled paper doll. A cabdriver picked her up at two in the morning, and drove her to the hospital. When she got there, the doctor (bless his insensitive heart) told her that she was actually very lucky to be at the hospital that night. If she hadn't, she was told, they might never have discovered the rare, aggressive eye infection which was eroding her vision. Something really bad happened to Clementine, her senior year. And then she went blind. Perhaps the last thing that Clementine needs, only a year after the incident, is a convicted felon to hide in her grandma's garage. But Clementine has really shitty luck, and Liam really needs a place to stay.
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Scott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of all hangovers. But his shoulder and his arm and his chest and his side and his leg also hurt-shit, his shoulder really hurts-and he's never been drunk enough for that to happen before. Plus, if he's not mistaken, that's his steering wheel in front of him, through the haze and the dust and the noise and the red and whatever the deflated white thing is. Regardless of how drunk he's been, he would never be drunk in the driver's seat of his car. Fuck. Fuck, he hurts. The spiderweb pattern across his windshield is kinda pretty though, sparkling like that in the sun. Blink.

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