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Often I'm approached with a concept for a story. Sadly most are scams, which I've grown accustomed to. This one was presented by someone whose use of the written word, while begrudgingly providing details, told me that this person's talents far exceed my abilities as a writer (I'm not one, I tell stories). My gut said to back away slowly. When the moderator rejected the story, my gut became all smug and righteous. Yet, here I am pushing this story away from the shore. Emailer provided the troubled background, which I wove into a story, adding a possible resolution. This one's for you youngster.
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For my antagonists, you'll want to hurry home and rip your girlfriend's knickers off. It looks like they're cutting off your circulation.

Interspersed throughout the story are lyrics from a Roy August & Jimmy Hinson song.

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Jack Tempchin; Robert Arnold Strandlund: "So often times it happens, that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key."

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Dawn came too early. My heart ached. From happy family to complete chaos in ten days. Looking out the front window, Peter's crap was gone. It had taken me a few hours to put all of his clothes, fishing rods, and tools on the front lawn. Serves the bastard right if someone else took them. His collection of scotch and whiskey were now simply empty bottles. It was tempting to get his belongings drunk, but I figured that might work against me in the divorce.

There was sod missing where the jerk had peeled away from the house. He didn't even have the decency to leave his truck on the street. No, he backed up into the middle of the lawn. Wonder how many broken sprinkler heads I'll have to replace?

Kenny, my ten year old son from my first marriage, and Jodi, my four year old daughter with jerk, were still sleeping. My step-son, Rory, was probably with his father. He is Peter's son from his first marriage. His ex is a flight attendant so it made more sense for Peter to have custody. She still has visitation rights, but Rory seems indifferent to her. He tolerates me. I think he is going to be a handful when he enters high school next year.

I should have cleaned up the kitchen last night, but I was too stressed out. The milk carton, still holding enough for a tumbler, lay on the floor. The egg shells were stuck to the wall, phone, refrigerator, and kitchen chairs.
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After Peter came back from the bar, with the milk and eggs I'd asked him to pick up, he was obviously drunk and possibly stoned. The pizza I also asked him to pick up was a no-show.

"Peter, did you pick up the pizza? That's what's for dinner."

Thankfully Peter is no athlete. He flung the milk carton at me, missing without even having to dodge it. The wall wasn't so lucky. Neither was the Trimline phone. When the carton exploded, the milk dripped quietly off of everything nearby. I may have dodged the carton, but not the splash back.