Coming to the conclusion that it is your responsibility to defuse any conflict between your disproportionate girlfriend and the local folk, your conscience drags you back towards Lauraine. Of course, you have no idea how receptive Lauraine would be to you. After all, you did kind of stand her up for almost a year. Lauraine may not be clingy, but even she might have taken offense to that.
A mere five feet away from her smoothly topped ankle, you regather your thoughts and turn all of your attention to Lauraine. Nestled between her gargantuan index finger and thumb dangles....what is that? Whatever it is, Lauraine is studying it intently, bringing it inches away from her deep blue eye. Is it...moving? You think it might be squirming. You hear a bone chilling scream from high above. It couldn't be, could it?
Apparently unable to pass Lauraine's examination, she sends the poor, unfortunate soul across the light crimson skyline at an unfathomable velocity with the slightest flick of her wrist. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Before you can backtrack, however, you are discovered by the titanically terrible love of your life. A vacuum of wind rips your body in every direction and the sky blackens as Lauraine descends upon you. You feel yourself elevating off of the safety of the road. The collar of your shirt weakly strangles you as you are plucked from the ground like a grape from the vine.
Your fear is subsided by your fight to stay conscious during your rapid ascent to...well, you're not really sure what to expect, actually. Odds are, though, that this encounter will be something less than pleasant.
Your trip ends abruptly. You find yourself nose to body with your old flame, though you wouldn't use the terminology to her face (as a matter of fact, your struggling to use any terminology at the moment). You sway with the wind as you are shifted horizontally, greeted at your new destination by a half opened, glimmering blue eye protected by long, tickling lashes. A brief moment of observation leads to the swift revelation of the full orb and a swift eye lash uppercut.
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