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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|08:51 pm] |
When Parker went missing, Callaway never for a second thought that he had just disappeared on his own accord. Yes, they sometimes had volatile fights, but he never left without coming back. Callaway had a sinking, terrible feeling that something was very wrong. The past five years had been a struggle for Callaway, emotionally and sometimes even physically. He hated that the police had given up so easily, and no matter how often Callaway pushed them, they just didn't seem to care.
At the moment, he was trying to write. He was a fairly successful writer, but since Parker had gone missing, he had a difficult time concentrating. Parker was a writer, too, and it was hard to write without thinking of him. It was hard to do anything without Parker. The last rough draft the young mad had given him to read, Callaway had read probably over a thousand times. It was all he had left.
Staring at the blank computer screen, he let out a heavy sigh and lifted his hands up to rub his face tiredly. There was no way that he was going to get any writing done today. |
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