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@Conrad, cute monkey!
@ShawnNotRon, thanks for setting up this server, and therapy helped me out a bunch, soIhope it’s doing the same for you
TrentTDecember14, 7:32am
Hi,I’mTrent.Mycharacter is the one who likes model trains – “Brent”.I’mgay andIlive inDrippingSprings.
Hasanyone else been on a date with a guy namedFelix?It’sreally similar to “Felicia”.Hehad red hair.
CHAPTER3
FELIX
MAY
Ichecked the mirror to make sure no lint showed on my black scrubs.Eachday of visiting places to tell people about my services had been nerve-wracking, but no one had laughed at me yet.Itried to reassure myselfIcould expect the same today.
Myphone chimed with a text.
Steve
Ugot this.Knockem dead
Ismiled.He’dsent something similar every dayI’dscheduled myself to drive around and hand out brochures.Stevehad been disappointed we wouldn’t be working together anymore, but he andCalhad cheered me on asI’dstarted slowly building my business and my clientele.
Thx!Imay need drinks tonight tho
Steve
I’min
“Okay,”Imuttered to myself. “Phone, check.Keys, check.Brochuresare in the car.Ihave my route mapped.Let’sdo this.”
Ithrew on my light but professional-looking jacket and opened the door.Asmall box sat in the hallway.
Rollingmy eyes,Ipicked up the box and tossed it in the corner of the living room with the others.
Myphone rang andIsmiled whenIsawCal’sname.
“Hey,Cal.What’sup?I’mheading out on another brochure distribution run.”Itrotted down the stairs to the ground floor.
“Hey.Um, this is gonna sound weird, but um, can you just hear me out?”Hisvoice had an odd pleading tone.
Mysteps slowed. “Ofcourse.Whatis it?”
“So,Ineed to tell you...Ihave dreams sometimes, um, that come true.”Istopped next to my car.Whatthe heck?Hewent on. “IpromiseI’mnot making this up.Stevewill vouch for me.”
“Okaaay.”Calhad never mentioned any sort of psychic ability before.Iwasn’t even sureIbelieved in psychics.Butthis wasCal, not some con artist onTV.
“Right.SoIneed to tell you about the dreamIhad last night.Youwere in it.”
“Okay.Goon.”Imentally braced myself.
“Youwere in a sort of lobby somewhere, and something startled you and you dropped your brochures all over the floor and then you ran out the door.”
“That’sweird.”Iunlocked my car and sat down. “Canyou maybe start at the beginning again?Youhave dreams that come true?”Itried to keep my voice as calm and non-judgmental as possible.
Calsighed. “Yeah, andI’vebeen debating all morning whether to tell you or not.Iknow you don’t like people who aren’tnormal.”Hesaid the last word with a sneering tone andIwinced. “Andit turns outI’mthe poster boy for not normal.”
