Wayne Bledsoe

This is strictly a fiction twitter. My alternate Twit is Rusl_Upsumdinar

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believe it.

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Sam would take a trip South and change everything about himself. Maybe he'd lie himself into a new identity and eventually even he would

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it. He needed a trip. He needed give his personality and his life a good washing out and then air dry it. Maybe he wouldn't come back. Maybe

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that held him back. Well, that and working in a telemarketing office longer than anyone was ever meant to. Same needed to get away. He knew

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thinking about it. Kindness, thought Sam, was equated with weakness. Being polite was unsexy. In truth, it was Sam's lack of confidence

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vulnerable underneath, but was in fact just as much an asshole deep in his soul as he was on the surface. Sam was depressed now just

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was now suspicious looking. Beautiful women tended to like the guy who was the asshole on the surface but they imagined was sweet and

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run repeatedly for weeks while he was still unidentified. Maybe that was part of his problem. Maybe he was now so unthreatening that he

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the neighbors all loved until he showed up in the newspapers WITH a crazed look and looking nothing like the composite sketch that had

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you considered those "seemed so normal" and "he was the last guy on earth we would've thought would massacre a group of nuns" types that

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look. There was nothing psycho-looking about him in the least. He was the most non-threatening looking guy you would ever encounter, unless

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been that computer genius who became a millionaire with his killer app. His teeth were nearly straight. His eyes didn't have that crazy

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Sam looked in the mirror. Wispy goatee. Wavy black hair. He wasn't so bad. He could've been your high school English teacher. He could've

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boy disappeared into the water and was lost below stuck deep into the red mud.

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When the boy let loose of his grip Helen tried to scream, but no sound came out and there was no one to hear anyway. Somewhere below the

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to remember something. Maybe trying to remember why he was there in the first place. Or maybe it was nothing. He seemed to have no doubt.

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The sky around him was a gray and pale as the concrete on the bridge behind him. She could tell that he was thinking hard. Maybe trying

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the bridge. Yet, it was so clear and so real that she felt like she should have known it. She could tell nothing from the boy's face.

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looming under the water. Why she would dream such a thing, she had no idea. She didn't remember the boy from anywhere. She didn't recognize

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to the side of the bridge, expressionless. The water below was not too deep. In places Helen could see the red mud that lined the banks