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Everything Jake. #595 Untitled Kelly and Mecca Mecca: Really? She said that? I’m sorry, Kelly... Kelly: It’s okay, I guess I should have seen it coming, and it’s not like we were exclusive or anything like that. She’s changed a lot this semester, you noticed? Mecca: Yeah, a little bit. So has Jake. We’ve all changed, it seems. Kelly: I don’t think I have. Maybe a little bit. I mean, in August I wouldn’t even think about asking her to be my girlfriend, but that’s what I did. Funny how life does that to you. Mecca: Right? I thought me and Jake were going strong, especially after our trip to the city after... you know... with Faith. But the whole thing with Sandy... I mean, mind control? What is this, bad sci-fi? Kelly: I guess that’s true, but we’ve seen some pretty strange things here. Alternate dimensional evil twins, mind control, I think the only thing that would surprise me now is some dude in a cape rescuing kittens and stopping crime. Mecca: Or aliens. An alien invasion. Kelly: Yeah, heh heh, that’d be f’d up. Mecca: sigh. Kelly: sigh. Mecca: Well, Kelly, thank you, I feel a little better... Kelly: Whatta ya say we get out of here? Take a walk or something like that? Get some coffee? A beer? Mecca: That’s sweet of you, Kelly, but I think I need to just go into my room and feel sorry for myself a little bit. Y’know, watch some sad movies and drown myself in ice cream. Kelly: Okay, I guess it’s a little too early. But that’s an open invitation. Mecca: You got it. Tell, um, him, that I wasn’t bothered at all by what happened and I’m moving on. Like I, uh, had-- Kelly: A huge smile on your face? Mecca: Yeah... Kelly: Tell Mercy that too, eh? Mecca: You got it. Have a good night, Kelly. Kelly: You too, Mecca. Jake Shit. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit. Shit. What the hell am I doing? Did I really just break up with Mecca? Why would I... ---Flash of Mercy, she's smiling at me... I feel the heat from ny meck to my--- ...do that for... this isn’t good. I can’t like Mercy, she’s Kelly’s girl. I can’t ever, ever do anything with her... ---you felt that too, she said, her sweet voice filling my world, all around is nothing but her--- It’s wrong for too many reasons. Way too many. But, I can’t get her out of my head. Sleep, I need to sleep on it. I’ll feel better in the morning. She has to stop haunting me. Get out of my head.    
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