Woah...9...its...a number...maybe like...the numbers of lacking? One off from 10, a curve off from 8 and a flip away from 6? Something like that.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Currently writing the next few stories for you guys. (As in for this fiction.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

C: "My girlfriend is the kindest soul in all the land. If a contest was held of the cutest teeth she'd no doubt be at the top of the list. Every time I see her my heart beats and drums, for a love I never felt till I saw her! So even if it's a tad odd that she eats her fries with her own blood I'll just...let...it...go...woah. That was some good therapeutic singing, I guess songs really do quell the fears in one's heart. Oh! I should tell Susan abou-"

S: "NOO!"

C: "Ah fuck...it's you."

S: "Yes it's me! The one who is done with your dumb ignorance of the maam who so clearly confuses you! Instead of basking in your love, you should be asking some important questions."

C: "Ugh, don't be like this. If she wants to eat her fries while bleeding from the wrist to add flavor then she can do what she wants! Her body...her choice."

S: "I shall ignore your bluebird argument in favor of a counter that's sure to leave you oh so confound!"

C: "Look we have a dinner date, and while I'd 'love' to argue with you until 8, I'd rather not be late, so this will have to wait. Until that's up, or maybe after today, or well we can settle this like...whenever! So-"

S: "Oh stop with your excuses this song will last a minute or two at most."

C: "Ha, that's a boast you can't support Mr-"

S: "Mrs.Susan has been odd since our first encounter all those years ago. Why you found her crawling out of a dumpster!"

C: "Hey! Dumpster diving is a very respectable hobby!"

S: "It was on FIRE!"

C: "Dumpsters can get dark, or maybe she just likes playing with fire, either way, I won't be the one displaying such a lack of faith."

S: "What about that time you were in the bar downtown with Mrs.Susan?"

C: "Oh what's the issue? We were both sipping on sublime apple juice. Nothing worrying about that!...Hmm. And with all her cleavage rubbing on my arm, ha, the only thing growing was a need to reproduce. Hmm...boobs...Susan's boob-"

S: "NO! Stay focused! We-"

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C: "Jiggly...hmm...big-"

S: "Granny's boobs!"

C: "Eww! What the fuc-"

S: "Look let's recall that night without the distraction of an ever-growing erection! What was she doing while holding our arms?"

C: "Umh, she had pepper and salt, shaking them up and down like a...like...hand-jo-"

S: "Granny's ha-"

C: "O-okay chill! Umh, I think she was peppering and salting me up?"

S: "Yes! And just an hour later she asked if she could eat are meat."

C: "Yeah, and she gave us a wicked blow-"

S: "No you dunce! For once in your life think smartly even with a pretty woman in your sight! Isn't that wording a tad suspicious?"

C: "Well...yes...but to be fair...salt and pepper is delicious on anything."

S: "Mmm! What about that time she was hit by a car? Her neck snapped! Her-"

C: "Stop! We agreed to suppress that!"

S: "And then she was back home by next Tuesday!"

C: "I know! The health care system in this country is amazing!"

S: "We live in fucking America!"

C: "She must have a great family doctor."

S: "Ugh. The Paris trip!"

C: "Lovely, it really is the city of love."

S: "Not that! How we got there! She just got a few colored rocks, cut are wrists-"

C: "Hurt a lot more than I expected."

S: "And with a few chants, boom! We're in Avenue des Champs-Elysée."

C: "Oh shit! Your right, I forgot to thank her."

S: "Come on! Aren't their rumors about her...you know...wanting to fuck her da-"

C: "Rumors! JUST Rumors!"

S: "But we haven't even asked her about it! We-"

C: "And I won't! Because it's none of your fucking business what me and my girl-"

S: "I'm your subconscious dipshit! Of course it's my business!"

C: "Then why don't you get it! We have something, something pure, something I could put a ring around in a year or two. Yet even I can tell a dozen secrets are wrapped around the person I call my lover. So why ruin are affection with endless questions of things she might toss me away for? If blindness is the price for her love...then I'll pay it all...everyday."

Subconscious: "That can't end well Carlo. I get it can be...nerve-racking. But a relationship shouldn't be built off blindness! Come on, all these secrets are eating us up alive. We-"

BAM!

Carlo: "Holy shit!"

Carlo steps back from the fallen bits of his ceiling.

Scree!

A delicate hand moves the rubble aside. Dusting off the snow that once rested on the roof from her crimson dress.

Susan: "Sorry about that, Umh...I'll pay for the roof."

There's a long moment of silence. One that is impossible not to take note of. But that was common in their relationship. And like all the other signals...Carlo-

Carlo: "It's...It's fine."

Brushed it aside.

The final section! (Section.)

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(Guy who tries too hard: OH I GET IT THIS CHAPTER LACKS ANYTHING BUT ONE STORY AND A PROPER END DESCRIPTION...YOU GUYS NOTICED THAT RIGHT? PLEASE COMPLIMENT ME ON MY INTELLIGENCEEEE!)