The Waiting Game
Eddie sat out under a tree, fingering the cell phone in his pocket.
Waiting tasted like the memory of too much bourbon. Like ashes in his mouth and bugs crawling under his skin. Like everything bad Eddie could think of and then have nightmares about. Like cold sweat and being tired and not sleeping.
Jason had been gone too long. Too, too long.
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Waiting tasted like the memory of too much bourbon. Like ashes in his mouth and bugs crawling under his skin. Like everything bad Eddie could think of and then have nightmares about. Like cold sweat and being tired and not sleeping.
Jason had been gone too long. Too, too long.
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Was this paragraph supposed to end like this?
Chuck drove Eddie back to his house and was going to come in to keep an eye on him. Eddie was pretty out of it on the pain meds they'd given him at the hospital but he still stiffened when Trevor
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And no, it wasn't. Thanks for pointing it out, I've fixed it up.
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