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I leaned against the storefront. The night was cold, but not bitterly so. The steel gray sky contrasted with the yellow glare of the lights illuminating the parking lot behind me. One of the lights flickered like an old mans palpitating heart. The neon lights of several taverns illuminated the street in front of me. Not many cars were out making the place seem surreal. Everyone was home in their warm beds, avoiding the snow, which fell in huge flakes. The loneliness in the air combined with the tension I felt in my gut, making me feel like I was going to vomit. I fished a cigarette out of my pack and lit it, waiting. Something told me that it was about to happen...
 
I get weird junk e-mails very similar to these all the time. They usually end in "Then he glanced at his fake rolex, and everything was just the same as any other day"... I thought it was fairly common. Maybe not. Hmm
 
Originally posted by: DainBramaged
I leaned against the storefront. The night was cold, but not bitterly so. The steel gray sky contrasted with the yellow glare of the lights illuminating the parking lot behind me. One of the lights flickered like an old mans palpitating heart. The neon lights of several taverns illuminated the street in front of me. Not many cars were out making the place seem surreal. Everyone was home in their warm beds, avoiding the snow, which fell in huge flakes. The loneliness in the air combined with the tension I felt in my gut, making me feel like I was going to vomit. I fished a cigarette out of my pack and lit it, waiting. Something told me that there was a spider...

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There's a law of behavior that states that every man attempts to write a hardboiled noir novel at some point in his life. We call it the Raymond Chandler effect.
 
"And then the salesman came out of the best buy, and told me and my other geek buddies that they were out of PS3s. My heart shattered like a cold diamond, the shards stabbing my soul.
 
Originally posted by: CarlKillerMiller
There's a law of behavior that states that every man attempts to write a hardboiled noir novel at some point in his life. We call it the Raymond Chandler effect.

Blech. Not everyone can use big words and sound smart, or interesting.
 
Originally posted by: Horus
"And then the salesman came out of the best buy, and told me and my other geek buddies that they were out of PS3s. My heart shattered like a cold diamond, the shards stabbing my soul.

winnAr!
 
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