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but it was like a Monday for John. John was in love with Monday. Yeah, John liked his work and was shameless. Now John spends his weekend working at Tudor home, where Rebecca abandoned him after her separation. Rebecca, with her tonsil-eyed, both in form and colour, could never be his foe.
Indeed, John often said to his parents: "Rebecca and I are better mates now than when we were remarried! "In fact, John was looking forward to the time when he and Rebecca and their new associates remembered their marriages and saw them in a happy perspective as two adulthood.
If John was sincere, the place got lonesome on the weekend. Rebecca's mum and dad had been big enough to get John out of the building, even though they had been paying for it. He was still fighting to write his stories - I mean, his painterly careers, and Rebecca and her wife and daughter had more than supported him, even during his separation.
Now John worked at the Fleurstein and Kaplowitz legal office on a temporary basis to put himself in order. It was a powerful six-month plan: he would safe some cash to repay Rebecca's family for the home and take some free lazy days to concentrate on his work.
Yes, almost ironically, temporary work gave John the degree of stabilization he wanted. John used to hate his work in those times of great self-reflection. He' s a temporary worker. Nobody's ever liked temping. This made him feel instable, affirmed his cynicism of the labour markets and took him away from the only thing he ever enjoyed: to write shorts - I mean paintings!
I can' believe John likes to paint. John was a great artist. Wondering how Steve Bowman from school was so successful, John got bogged down in a vain effort to repay Rebecca's passive-aggressive parent for a home he didn't even want to buy. Steve Bowman was a untalented hacker who even acknowledged John that he only wrote pictures!
" However, Rebecca finds him "interesting" and that they "could have a proper existence together". So what was John doing with Rebecca? If Rebecca had let John breath instead of pushing her dissembling Christendom "values" down his neck at every opportunity, her relation would have been "more real".
" Godspeed, Steve Bowman. He would often go to Rebecca and Steve's new home in the morning and just stared into her sill. It would be John's secret expectation to see Steve and Rebecca fight. While he dreamt of seeing her silhouette through the windows, Rebecca threw the phone at Steve and he ducked, but it was still banging him in the mind.
It would arouse John's imagination. But of course, John never saw anything in Steve and Rebecca's windows. A silly, foolish, foolish, foolish author and artist! Rebecca would never come back to him and no one would ever loved him and he would perish boldly and baldly and alone and miserably in the hideous home his in-laws had purchased to smother and slay him!
It' s strange how I do it - I think I can't write anything and all of a sudden I get caught up in it and then I can't stop it.