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that.
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9:16pm:
When’s the last time?
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Jake
9:17pm:
Three weeks ago.
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9:17pm:
I thought you loved me three weeks ago, Jake.
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Jake
9:18pm:
I did and still do, Katie. But you don’t love me in return. And that makes me sad. Very sad. Because when I needed someone to help me through some shitty times, like when you ignored me after I called you Christine by accident, I called Rachel. I wish you had answer the call. I wish we could have talked it through because I was in serious pain and all I wanted (and still want, for that matter) is you. To hold you. To love you.
9:19pm:
Or all those other times when you refused to see me. You’ve left me feeling abandoned and unloved, Katie.
9:19pm:
But Rachel, she was always there for me. Even though she’s married, I know she loves me.
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9:19pm:
You love her, don’t you? And fuck her, too. You motherfucking pig, you still fuck her !?
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Jake
9:20pm
Yes I love her – THERE, are you happy? But it’s not a romance. It’s just sex. And holding. And someone who understands me and my fucked up head.
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9:21pm:
Jake, you don’t fuck your friends. And you can pay a psychiatrist to understand your fucked up head. Even I can understand your fucked up head, it’s not that fucked up. What’s wrong with you?
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Jake
9:22pm:
Trust me when I say I DO NOT LOVE Rachel like that. She’s a good piece of ass when nothing else is there, when YOU are not there. Because that’s all I want, Katie. YOU. But Rachel beats jerking off. She’s a warm body when I need it the most. Rachel is my fuck-buddy when I hit rock-bottom.
9:28pm:
You think I’d still be fucking her if she weren’t married? If I didn’t know her husband takes good care of her? Good enough care that leaving him mean be sacrificing the life and lifestyle she has grown accustomed to? Hell no. I KNOW that I’m just as much a piece of ass for her as she is for me. There is NO love there. None.
9:29pm:
My love is reserved for you, Katie. If you’d only accept it…
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9:31pm:
And Michelle?
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Jake
9:33pm:
Like I said, she’s a girl that used to work with Christine. I met her at a bar about six months ago, maybe less. We text occasionally, have lunch. She’s married. She joined my company about a month ago and she’s the most professional and honest accountant I know. She’s probably going to be running the bank someday.
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9:34pm:
So she keeps tabs on Christine for you?
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Jake
9:35pm:
I promised honesty, right? So I’ll admit that if anyone knows where she is, I figure it could be Michelle. So yes we talk about Christine.
9:35pm:
But even Michelle hasn’t heard from her. Christine has literally disappeared. Vanished.
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9:46pm:
And now for the biggest fish of them all. Christine. Tell me about her. About your textual encounters with this woman you can’t let go of.
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Jake
9:47pm:
Clever, Katie. But there haven’t been any. Not since she disappeared.
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9:52pm:
I thought we were being honest here, Jake. What kind of shit do you write to her while she’s been ignoring your texts and messages?
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Jake
9:54pm:
Relax, I AM being honest. I’m telling you everything. I send her the occasional text to see if she’s around. To see if she’s alive.
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9:55pm:
And
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9:16pm:
When’s the last time?
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Jake
9:17pm:
Three weeks ago.
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9:17pm:
I thought you loved me three weeks ago, Jake.
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Jake
9:18pm:
I did and still do, Katie. But you don’t love me in return. And that makes me sad. Very sad. Because when I needed someone to help me through some shitty times, like when you ignored me after I called you Christine by accident, I called Rachel. I wish you had answer the call. I wish we could have talked it through because I was in serious pain and all I wanted (and still want, for that matter) is you. To hold you. To love you.
9:19pm:
Or all those other times when you refused to see me. You’ve left me feeling abandoned and unloved, Katie.
9:19pm:
But Rachel, she was always there for me. Even though she’s married, I know she loves me.
------------------------------------------
9:19pm:
You love her, don’t you? And fuck her, too. You motherfucking pig, you still fuck her !?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:20pm
Yes I love her – THERE, are you happy? But it’s not a romance. It’s just sex. And holding. And someone who understands me and my fucked up head.
------------------------------------------
9:21pm:
Jake, you don’t fuck your friends. And you can pay a psychiatrist to understand your fucked up head. Even I can understand your fucked up head, it’s not that fucked up. What’s wrong with you?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:22pm:
Trust me when I say I DO NOT LOVE Rachel like that. She’s a good piece of ass when nothing else is there, when YOU are not there. Because that’s all I want, Katie. YOU. But Rachel beats jerking off. She’s a warm body when I need it the most. Rachel is my fuck-buddy when I hit rock-bottom.
9:28pm:
You think I’d still be fucking her if she weren’t married? If I didn’t know her husband takes good care of her? Good enough care that leaving him mean be sacrificing the life and lifestyle she has grown accustomed to? Hell no. I KNOW that I’m just as much a piece of ass for her as she is for me. There is NO love there. None.
9:29pm:
My love is reserved for you, Katie. If you’d only accept it…
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9:31pm:
And Michelle?
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Jake
9:33pm:
Like I said, she’s a girl that used to work with Christine. I met her at a bar about six months ago, maybe less. We text occasionally, have lunch. She’s married. She joined my company about a month ago and she’s the most professional and honest accountant I know. She’s probably going to be running the bank someday.
------------------------------------------
9:34pm:
So she keeps tabs on Christine for you?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:35pm:
I promised honesty, right? So I’ll admit that if anyone knows where she is, I figure it could be Michelle. So yes we talk about Christine.
9:35pm:
But even Michelle hasn’t heard from her. Christine has literally disappeared. Vanished.
------------------------------------------
9:46pm:
And now for the biggest fish of them all. Christine. Tell me about her. About your textual encounters with this woman you can’t let go of.
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Jake
9:47pm:
Clever, Katie. But there haven’t been any. Not since she disappeared.
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9:52pm:
I thought we were being honest here, Jake. What kind of shit do you write to her while she’s been ignoring your texts and messages?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:54pm:
Relax, I AM being honest. I’m telling you everything. I send her the occasional text to see if she’s around. To see if she’s alive.
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9:55pm:
And
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