I loved the old you.
This was a tough one, but I believe that you will be satisfied with what I managed to have arranged.
Your wish is granted.
Take a statistical thermodynamics class, I ain't teaching for free.
I will grant you any wish you so desire, but in exchange you must become meguca and fight watches.
It doesn't like my e-mail address.
You drift off to sleep easily like you usually do. You have nothing to say to that man in the driver's seat. He's your dad, your father, your employer, your coach and your biggest source of stress. You feel like nobody should wear so many hats in a parent/child relationship, least of all this redneck. You have to thank him for training you in marksmanship. It used to stress you out and make you cry when you were five or six, but now you're used to it and it's actually calming and makes you feel confident in yourself. You won't say it aloud, but you're a better shot than your father on every gun he owns and he knows it. You assume that's why he decided to put you in the show last year, the novelty of a chick with a gun is still pretty fresh for most of these knuckledraggers. As long as it pays the bills, you don't much care why it works. Though, you know the show was pretty much a failure before you showed up and that there's no way your family is out of debt from two years of success, but you don't much worry about that either. You're gonna be stuck in this ****** town until the crack of doom, anyway. You're not going to college for academics or sports. You're not going to the city to party it out or seek your fortune. You're staying here, home, where the heart is they always say. When you wake up the car is stopped and your dad is tapping on the window with this shit eating grin on his face. It literally does look like he's got shit on his teeth though with all the tobacco he chews. You undo your seatbelt and slouch off after him. It's fifteen after seven. The show is going to start in fifteen minutes. You're not the opener so you have some time to relax though. The show is in an old theater. It's been spruced up a bit to be up to code and whatnot but it's pretty unsafe still given your firing guns all over the place. Though, not a single stray bullet has killed anyone or done property damage so you figure it can't be that bad. Your dad is barking orders at the rest of the crew and rushing one of the performers into his place. Everyone has to dress up in cowboy duds for flavor your dad says. You know that he just wishes he lived in the old west and could shoot people who he didn't like. You take about ten minutes to dress for the show and you have about an hour before you're up. You should... [] Dress now. [] Practice. [] Talk to _______.
I don't think that's a category.
Implying you should ever own an iPad.
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