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[Jnusch]

Huh? echt wel. Heb je dat hele stuk dat veel kleiner was niet gezien ofzo?



Oh, wat ik me trouwens afvroeg, leest het eigenlijk wel prettig? Ik merk namelijk dat ik woorden als quite, really, actually, enz. enz. héél vaak wil gebruiken en ook best wel vaak gebruik. Maar ik ben dus een beetje bang dat het daardoor nogal irritant leest.. 

[Dixie]

Geen last van 0o

[Jnusch]

Echt niet?

Weet iemand hoe oud Adrian is? Ik had volgens mij wel een leeftijd gezegd, maar ik kan het niet vinden... :S

[Jnusch]

Omg, hail subconscious!

Mijn onderbewuste is weer eens heel goed bezig

Adje is 29 Denk ik...

[Erwipro]

Huh? echt wel. Heb je dat hele stuk dat veel kleiner was niet gezien ofzo?

Jawel maar misschien niet zo heel goed en ik dacht dat dat over dat ene lange woord ging?
En en eh, nee ik heb geen last van je stopwoordjes ofzo Dat maakt het juist wel cool

[Jnusch]

Oh, nou, dan geloof ik jullie maar
Ik probeer het op zich ook wel zoveel mogelijk af te wisselen, maar toch.

Dat ging ook over dat lange woord. Je hebt 'm toch wel GELEZEN hè?!

[Jnusch]

The day Sonny died was the beginning of a new era for Adrian. Twenty minutes later, Adrian returned home. If not for Sonny's sake, definitely for Adrian's. If the police found Sonny walking through town both dead and naked, they would likely get pretty angry at Adrian. Adrian whispered into his phone. "Mimi, you still there?" "Mimi? "Mimi? Adrian was unsure what to do next. Yes, Adrian decided, if Sonny didn't want to stay with Adrian, he shouldn't go after him. And if Mimi didn't want to help find Sonny, well, whatever. 'Oooooh,' Adrian thought, 'Wow'. "Mimi!" Adrian gasped, pushing through the door. "Mimi, are you OK?" "I miss him Adrian, he's gone! Adrian was thinking of Sonny no more, all he wanted was Mimi! Mimi before breakfast, Mimi after breakfast, Mimi during breakfast, Mimi before lunch, Mimi during lunch, Mimi after lunch, Mimi during dinner, Mimi after dinner, Mimi before dinner. Always Mimi! Mimi jr. one and Mimi jr. two. Adrian confirmed. Adrian shrugged and showed Mimi the picture of the word the food had spelled. "Ben?" Mimi asked. Adrian shook his head, not understanding, "What's with him? Mimi let out an exasperated sigh and wriggled his hand trough Adrian's hair. Adrian exclaimed, only half serious. Benny Kidneybean?"

"Benny?" Adrian asked incredulously, "But his name isn't Ben. "Mimi... How did Mimi know where Ben lived? Hadn't Mimi sounded just a little bit bitter when he remembered Adrian of how Sonny had always been bullying Ben. Mimi and ben knew each other. Adrian was with Mimi. Back at school, when Sonny bullied Bennu, him and Adrian hadn't even been friends yet. By now Adrian was totally freaking out. What if Ben really took Sonny? Adrian always felt a bit confused but fell fast asleep quickly. Not once had he looked at Adrian's shoes admiringly, which Sonny definitely would have! "Yeah! I'm going HOME, Mimi. Without a word Mimi took of is coat and handed it to Adrian. Maybe mourn Mimi a little too. Yes, dear Adrian was very pleased with himself. Back to Adrian. Obviously Adrian wouldn't have been afraid then. "Hi there Adrian! "Ben Kidneybean." Adrian's breath got caught in his throat. "Adrian? Adrian just didn't know what to say. "Adrian? Sonny! Adrian felt something weird in his stomach. Adrian ignored this thought and sat down on the tree. Ben. Sonny's voice. If only he had. 'Cause Adrian did know how the story went. It was Adrian who had murdered him anyway. "Adrian. Adrian felt nothing but shame, horrible, awful shame. Lucas was Sonny's birthname. Only once had Adrian called Lucas that. Adrian liked that a lot, his house being a face. "I should hate you Adrian. Adrian said.
"Many questions you have, young Adrian. Adrian nodded, "Let it be." Adrian paused. With Benny and me, and Sonny. The next morning Adrian felt quite exquisitely horrible. Postwoman had handed Adrian 5 letters, along with the Big Letter. This hurt Adrian to no end. Just for fun, with Sonny.

[Erwipro]

Ja hallo. Maar in die laatste 2 stukjes die verdacht veel op elkaar leken stond ook dat je die voetnoot moest lezen maar ik dacht dus dat er nog een voetnoot moest komen omdat ik niet meegekregen had dat die voetnoot over verdachtveelopelkaarlijkende stukjes ging.

[Jnusch]

Die laatste 2 stukjes die verdacht veel op elkaar leken?

[Erwipro]

Ehm, right. What was I saying? The letters. Yeah, so, one was a bill. That was a shame. Another one was a bill, this one for the rent of his house, so that's boring and also a shame. The third was the original copy of the Declaration of Independence, which Adrian had no use for, so he threw that in the old paper-basket. The fourth looked quite scary, no sender and everything, very Responsible and Important, but just turned out to be a new credit card that he had requested. Just for fun, with Sonny. The moment he thought of Sonny, everything just came back to him. Oh, no, wait, it didn't, because I'm telling you this, he hasn't read the letters yet. Anyway, that is what would happen when he read the letter, he would suddenly realize he had to do something, like finding Ben so he could Save Sonny. Doesn't matter that's what would happen though, because he'll realize he has to do all that before reading the letters. So, well, on to the fifth and final letter (with a non-Capital l). The fifth letter was not really a letter, it was actually an advertisement stuffed in an envelope. The ad was for the new Wonderbra, designed by Dita von Teese. But Adrian didn't need that either, so he threw that in the old paper-basket too.
Actually, that's what he would have done, had he seen the letters. He still hadn't though, and all except for the Declaration of Independence where swept away by the wind. This would result in a fine for not paying his bills on time, which was annoying of course but also his own fault, and he understood this, so he did not try to get out of paying the fines. No, it wasn't until someone rang the doorbell that he finally saw the letters, (only two now, the Big one and the DoI). That someone was just a random kid trying to collect money for some Good Fund by selling stamps. Too bad for the kid though, Adrian bought nothing from him, first of because he thought the kid looked at him funnily, second because he never sent letters anyway. The first reason sucked to be absolutely honest, because Adrian opened the door wearing nothing but his super sexy thong. From that day until the day he died, the poor boy was traumatized and had very much trouble feeling comfortable around men wearing solely thongs. Unfortunately, the poor boy dropped out of school not very long after the encounter with Adrian – he developed an addiction to drugs, as they were the only thing that kept him from thinking about young men in thongs – the boy then went on to become a prostitute, not being right for any other job. His name was Lesli and he was very tragic.

As we all probably figured Adrian would, as soon as he saw the DoI, he threw it into the old paper-basket in the hallway. After all the effort this had taken, he found himself in need of a fresh cold beer, so he took two out of the fridge and placed himself on the couch. He opened one and then picked up the Big Letter that was still lying there untouched. It wasn't very heavy, though a lesser man might have expected it to be, merely judging by it's looks. Come to think of it, maybe a lesser man would have labeled it quite heavy, keeping in mind that lesser men are usually quite pathetic and lack a certain strength needed to handle Big Letters. Who knows what anyone but us and Adrian might have thought of the letter. Who knows what WE would have thought of it? You, that is. Obviously, I am very much aware of what I would have thought of the letter, me being the person that brought it into being. To me, picking up the letter would have been as easy as looking bad in a photograph, it would have taken no effort at all. Now it is quite possible that you, the one reading this story, knows me and are thus aware of approximately how strong I am. As a consequence, it is also quite possible that you can approximately predict how you would have felt upon picking up the letter. So I guess we can conclude that the aforementioned WE, is simply the group of people that do not know me. Attention: Before reading the following paragraphs, please read the footnote. Thank you.

Ehm, right. What was I saying? The letters. Yeah, so, one was a bill. That was a shame. Another one was a bill, this one for the rent of his house, so that's boring and also a shame. The third was the original copy of the Declaration of Independence, which Adrian had no use for, so he threw that in the old paper-basket. The fourth looked quite scary, no sender and everything, very Responsible and Important, but just turned out to be a new credit card that he had requested. Just for fun, with Sonny. The moment he thought of Sonny, everything just came back to him. Oh, no, wait, it didn't, because I'm telling you this, he hasn't read the letters yet. Anyway, that is what would happen when he read the letter, he would suddenly realize he had to do something, like finding Ben so he could Save Sonny. Doesn't matter that's what would happen though, because he'll realize he has to do all that before reading the letters. So, well, on to the fifth and final letter (with a non-Capital l). The fifth letter was not really a letter, it was actually an advertisement stuffed in an envelope. The ad was for the new Wonderbra, designed by Dita von Teese. But Adrian didn't need that either, so he threw that in the old paper-basket too.
Actually, that's what he would have done, had he seen the letters. He still hadn't though, and all except for the Declaration of Independence where swept away by the wind. This would result in a fine for not paying his bills on time, which was annoying of course but also his own fault, and he understood this, so he did not try to get out of paying the fines. No, it wasn't until someone rang the doorbell that he finally saw the letters, (only two now, the Big one and the DoI). That someone was just a random kid trying to collect money for some Good Fund by selling stamps. Too bad for the kid though, Adrian bought nothing from him, first of because he thought the kid looked at him funnily, second because he never sent letters anyway. The first reason sucked to be absolutely honest, because Adrian opened the door wearing nothing but his super sexy thong. From that day until the day he died, the poor boy was traumatized and had very much trouble feeling comfortable around men wearing solely thongs. Unfortunately, the poor boy dropped out of school not very long after the encounter with Adrian – he developed an addiction to drugs, as they were the only thing that kept him from thinking about young men in thongs – the boy then went on to become a prostitute, not being right for any other job. His name was Lesli and he was very tragic.

As we all probably figured Adrian would, as soon as he saw the DoI, he threw it into the old paper-basket in the hallway. After all the effort this had taken, he found himself in need of a fresh cold beer, so he took two out of the fridge and placed himself on the couch. He opened one and then picked up the Big Letter that was still lying there untouched. It wasn't very heavy, though a lesser man might have expected it to be, merely judging by it's looks. Come to think of it, maybe a lesser man would have labeled it quite heavy, keeping in mind that lesser men are usually quite pathetic and lack a certain strength needed to handle Big Letters. Who knows what anyone but us and Adrian might have thought of the letter. Who knows what WE would have thought of it? You, that is. Obviously, I am very much aware of what I would have thought of the letter, me being the person that brought it into being. To me, picking up the letter would have been as easy as looking bad in a photograph, it would have taken no effort at all. Now it is quite possible that you, the one reading this story, knows me and are thus aware of approximately how strong I am. As a consequence, it is also quite possible that you can approximately predict how you would have felt upon picking up the letter. So I guess we can conclude that the aforementioned WE, is simply the group of people that do not know me. Poor buggers.

Die 2.

[Jnusch]

Wtf. Dat klopt niet

[Erwipro]

Ooh!

[Jnusch]

Duh waarom zou ik dat nou weer doen

Heb het even aangepast, maar de laatste alinea is nieuw!

[Erwipro]

Janou weetikveel

[Jnusch]

:'(

Ik wou dat ik het verhaal al afhad, want het einde gaat best cool worden denk ik