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Cece's Plan

Letitia walked through the door of her office and was greeted by a few barks and a couple meows. She was a vet. Animals were sometimes so much easier to understand than humans. She loved how they could be happy with the simplest things, like a ball or a walk. If Cece could be content with just a ball, Letitia would have a few less problems in her life. Cece owned her own karaoke bar, which Letitia thought was an achievement all on its own. Cece, however, didn't think the same. All Cece wanted was to get invited to one of Griffin Crimson's parties, get rich, and live a "big" life.

"Hey Letty, you got Cece on the phone for ya." June, Letitia's assistant, held out the phone and shook it slightly in Letitia's direction. Cece always knew how to make an entrance. Of course she would call just as Letitia was thinking about her. Letitia took the phone and put it to her ear.

"Hey Letitia, girl, we need to get out of this place. Someone shut that woman up!"

"What?"

"Sorry, that crazy homeless lady is trying to sing again."

"Oh, poor woman. Anyways, what's going on?"

"Mr. Evans! Letitia! Get your head on straight. This town is a dead-end, no-good, absolutely awful town. Everyone's so hopeless that they're driven to killing sweet old men like Mr. Evans! His murder has me freaking out. We need to do something to get out of here. And I know I've said this before, but this time I have a plan. You and me, together, we could do it. I know a guy who could supply me, and we could make enough profit to buy a house on the good side of the city. Or even a completely new place! With your talent for sniffing out sadness, we'd always know who to sell to. With our businesses, we'd have a good place to sell from and hide the stuff. What do you think?"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on. What are you talking about?"

"Honey, we gotta get out of this town or we'll end up like Mr. Evans. The only way to get out is to make money. The only way to make money here is dealing."

"Are... are you actually trying to get me to sell drugs to kids with you?"

"Yeah."

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  1. amy16 November 2018 at 06:58

    "That's it," he spoke to the koi swimming by. "It's time to bring the garden to the people, or the people to the garden."



    So he gathered small seedling pots, and separated some larger plants, and transplanted them. He stood gazing over his projects.



    For the rest of the evening, as the sun was going down, he labelled the pots for delivery to the residents. By 3 AM he had delivered to Anna, Arizona, and Brendan a "Flaming Katy"

    to Caris, Cleo, and Joseph a "Panda Plant" to Letitia, Luca, and Pierre a "Crown of Thorns" he thought they all needed a little light and interest in their lives.

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