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Lucky Stone
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As consolation, Emil slings a coconut scented battleship of an arm around Jess’s shoulders once they settle into the well-loved couch.
“Sometimes I wish we were still married, I guess.” Jess admits.
“Did one of you push for the divorce?”
“Yeah, Henry did, so I guess there wasn’t much I could do. Near the end he was being kind of nasty to me, not like abusive or anything, but I wasn’t happy.”
“Hm.”
“It’s like, what do I want from myself? It’s okay to be unhappy, but I don’t want to be unhappy. I like being alive, I like living. What happened between us happened, it’s done, even if sometimes I’m petty about it.”
“That seems normal to me. We’re all freaks here by society’s standards but we’re still fallible, emotional people.” Emil offers.
“Am I really?”
“Fallible? I would say so.” Emil says innocently.
“No, emotional, dummy. I’m like, kind of a psycho.”
“Of course you are, you were just talking about your emotions.”
Final choice:
A. Let Jess be at peace
B. Continue to haunt him
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