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Post by MELVILLE SACRIFICE on Mar 24, 2013 17:33:09 GMT -5
MELVILLE 'AZAZEL' SACRIFICE
The young man stood at the edge of the lake, his hands deep in his posckets and his gaze seemingly fixated on the far bank. Slowly, he reached down and selected a stone from the ground, turning it in his fingers he took a step back and skimmed it across the water. It bounced one, twice, three times before sinking into the lake. A familiar sound rang out in the quiet parkland, the soul destroying Nokia ringtone. His hand returned to his pocket and brought out a mobile phone, glancing at the screen he sighed deeply before answering it, his demeanour seeming to change instantaneously.
Mum! Hi...hello...yes, I'm fine...yes...no...do you know how much these overseas calls are costing you...I would...yes...I will...okay...look Mum, I've got to go...yes, I'll call you later. I promise...yes...okay...love you too...bye...
Ending the call his body language slumped and a frown returned to his face. Even in a different country he couldn't escape his mother, still you could choose your friends. Another sigh, and he made his way over to a park bench, sat down and continued staring at the lake. Today was a slow day.
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