This breathing thing Lauren talked about isn't working. Maybe she's right. I should take up yoga and meditation and all that spiritual shit
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There's gotta be an explanation. I'm not sure what the hell it is, but damn it, there has to be. My wife isn't an assassin. My wife is way too dull to be an assassin. Of course, I'm sure she thinks the same thing about me but... No. This doesn't work.
There has to be a reason she was at the same address the enemy was found at. She was not the guy who shot at me in Arizona. That's not her. It just freakin' isn't.
I don't know how the hell I'm going to figure this out, but I have to. I can't actually ask her outright without exposing myself. All I could do after I left was finish out the rest of the day. Naturally, I ended up telling Madsen, who thought it was the funniest freakin' thing, ever.
A lot of help he is.
Then I went home, to the girl that isn't my wife anymore, she's a possible threat. One I'm going to have to terminate if this turns out badly. I don't know if I can do that. She's my wife. No matter how dull she is, I still love her. I don't know what I'm going to do
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Slightly less normal. "Better." I said with a small smile. Yeah, the hangover's gone, but that doesn't mean I feel better. Damn it.
Remember Howell, she might've been playing you. You need to make sure you stay like nothing's wrong. Even if everything could be wrong, it doesn't make a difference.
"Dinner will be out in a minute. Filet mignon. And this time, you can have cookies for an appetizer instead of a dessert."
Fliet mignon? ... Cookies?
This isn't normal. She's definitely acting different, and I have no idea why. "Okay, thanks." I said with a nod, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Carly being different, wearing different clothes, whatever... that doesn't have to mean anything.
"I know last night was crazy but..."
What the hell...
It's amazing how something so small can feel like the freakin' kiss of death.
"I'm glad things worked out the way they did."What is she talking about? Is that some kind of threat without actually being one
( ... )
He doesn't like this. Or he's terrified of me today, one or the other. There's just something in his eyes thats...was that always there? How come I didn't see it until now? I mean, sure. The wife is always the last to know, but the wife who does the same thing herself? I should have picked up on this.
And I can't stop thinking about how much nerve he has for saying he misses the old me, and then being suspicious of this! I can hear the footsteps. I know I made them a little different on purpose, but Sam shouldn't be so sure of that. He's the one who's trying to screw me over!
I have every right to try and poison him for the stunt he pulled in Arizona, but no, I didn't. I was the bigger person. And he's still trying to cover.
Why can't he just admit what he's trying to do? That would make this so much easier. Or he could let me hook him up to a polygraph for a few hours. I'd settle for that.
Besides, now I'm just dying to know what he really thinks of me
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There has to be a reason she was at the same address the enemy was found at. She was not the guy who shot at me in Arizona. That's not her. It just freakin' isn't.
I don't know how the hell I'm going to figure this out, but I have to. I can't actually ask her outright without exposing myself. All I could do after I left was finish out the rest of the day. Naturally, I ended up telling Madsen, who thought it was the funniest freakin' thing, ever.
A lot of help he is.
Then I went home, to the girl that isn't my wife anymore, she's a possible threat. One I'm going to have to terminate if this turns out badly. I don't know if I can do that. She's my wife. No matter how dull she is, I still love her. I don't know what I'm going to do ( ... )
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So far, so normal.
"How're you feeling?"
Slightly less normal. "Better." I said with a small smile. Yeah, the hangover's gone, but that doesn't mean I feel better. Damn it.
Remember Howell, she might've been playing you. You need to make sure you stay like nothing's wrong. Even if everything could be wrong, it doesn't make a difference.
"Dinner will be out in a minute. Filet mignon. And this time, you can have cookies for an appetizer instead of a dessert."
Fliet mignon? ... Cookies?
This isn't normal. She's definitely acting different, and I have no idea why. "Okay, thanks." I said with a nod, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Carly being different, wearing different clothes, whatever... that doesn't have to mean anything.
"I know last night was crazy but..."
What the hell...
It's amazing how something so small can feel like the freakin' kiss of death.
"I'm glad things worked out the way they did."What is she talking about? Is that some kind of threat without actually being one ( ... )
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He doesn't like this. Or he's terrified of me today, one or the other. There's just something in his eyes thats...was that always there? How come I didn't see it until now? I mean, sure. The wife is always the last to know, but the wife who does the same thing herself? I should have picked up on this.
And I can't stop thinking about how much nerve he has for saying he misses the old me, and then being suspicious of this! I can hear the footsteps. I know I made them a little different on purpose, but Sam shouldn't be so sure of that. He's the one who's trying to screw me over!
I have every right to try and poison him for the stunt he pulled in Arizona, but no, I didn't. I was the bigger person. And he's still trying to cover.
Why can't he just admit what he's trying to do? That would make this so much easier. Or he could let me hook him up to a polygraph for a few hours. I'd settle for that.
Besides, now I'm just dying to know what he really thinks of me ( ... )
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