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[travelling for work isn’t an activity most would deem enjoyable, but preston has had optimism jolting through his veins ever since he came a screaming mess into this world. the train is his favorite form of transport because of the views they storm by: the blossoming farmhouses amid the meadow flowers, marriages of rainbow hues congregating with green landscapes, and fields of long grass kissing up to the lakes. car journey’s were more urban than this rural experience. and provided less of an opportunity to interact with interesting characters.] 1408. i’ve read carrie, too— really good. the movies are a bit off though. [book, with several hundred white pages, is slid back into his satchel and zipped up tight for a later read.] i could read that shit in a day, for sure. i’d probably get a nasty migraine from it, but still. [smile grows almost unnoticeably at her offer, which is taken in a matter of seconds as he acts in swift movement to get comfortable in the free seat beside her.] you ever punch these seats before? i did once. the amount of dust and shit that came floating out of it was fucking gross.
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@trckrd ⠀ ⠀ ✿ [the story is a circle. she keeps meeting weirdos. the city’s perpetual overcast aligns perfectly with gigi saltzman’s overwhelming loneliness. home, all—american suburbia, had been painful, but it was brim—full of things. every corner of the tree—rendered town held some memory: good or bad, always something.] what is it? pet cemetery? christine? [earbuds discarded, latched on for their lives around the curves of her pinkish ears, does she find sudden interest. some trash track from the two—thousands blasts from them.] — my sister, [susie. one of four, can you fucking believe?] read carrie in like, a day. you wanna keep me entertained too? [legs cross. she’s not chipper exactly, but a grin plays on her nearly—done chapstick nonetheless. hand approaches to pat the seat, now made available, next to hers to dust off all its exhaustive particles. perfect for seating. ish.]
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[a once approachable-looking guy burdens the paling complexion of a worry and curiosity at the penny drop: eyes bestow upon a sad girl, her sad face and her sad.. aura. as embarrassing as it was to leave her attire go unacknowledged, preston had never been much of an observant guy anyhow.] i can talk a fucking lot if you want me to. i’m good at holding conversations or whatever. [a pause for an awkward clearing of the throat.] ..if not then i’m good at shutting up. i, uh— [lithe fingers scramble to unzip the satchel strapped across his chest and pull out the stephen king book he had packed for the journey, half-way read.] i brought a book. to keep me entertained. i’m basically the ideal seat partner.
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