:: i like my roof. ::

:: Thursday, November 20, 2003 ::

A door slammed. “Shit!” Jacob said, and dived for his pants. Throwing his shirt and bag out the window, he kissed his girlfriend goodbye and climbed out onto the fire escape, stopping just a moment to watch as she hooked her bra and buttoned her blouse. Then he was gone and if you’ve ever been down a fire escape you know exactly how fast you can go. Jacob was faster, and dropping to the ground, he beat time to the corner. He stood still for a second, and finding a quarter in his pocket, he walked to a nearby payphone and picked up the receiver. But he paused, before calling, and then began to make his way to the train. Perhaps, he thought, this wasn’t really the best time to find out who it was that had let that door slam so hard.
:: 9:53 PM [+] ::
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