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Storytime - OC- Chapter one

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yup that's all for now, the chapter isn't finished. I'm just takin a break.
Cherries!
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''Oh, I get it. You're a crazy cat lady.'' Pierre mumbled, still a bit drunk.
Edith looked at him with a strange look. Bleating came from the other room. ''Oh, great. You've woken Minty.'' Edith disappeared behind the door and brought out a llama.
''WhAt's ThAt?!''
''Minty, for goodness sake!''
The name suited her well. Minty was white and her ear tips faded into a mint green and so did her muzzle and tail.
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The next thing he knew he was at a light brown door of a little cabin.
Edith pulled him inside and sat him on an armchair. She disappeared and came back with fresh cookies.
Pierre eyes her suspiciously, you knew you were bringing me here before you even got to the bar.''
Grandma Edith shrugged. ''So?''
''That makes you more of a freak!'' His voice raised.
''Oh, shush. You'll wake Minty.'' Edith put down the cookies on a wood table.
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''I don't. Come on, we're leaving.'' She pulled Pierre off the bench with surprising strength and half walked, half dragged him to the door.
''Let go a' me, ya freak'' Pierre mumbled but he was too weak to pull away.
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Edith sighed and grabbed Pierre's wrist.
Memories flooded back to Pierre. He yanked his arm away and snapped. ''Don't ever do that again!''
Edith seemed to understand he didn't want to be grabbed by the wrist and grabbed his hand instead. ''We're leaving, you're a wreck, Pierre.''
''You know my name?! I thought you didn't know me! Get away you freak!'' Pierre tried to pull away again but she wouldn't let go.
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As the bartender set the mug on the table, Edith shot a glare at her and the bartender quickly took it back and disappeared behind the counter.
''What'd you do that for?'' Pierre snapped.
''I said don't ask questions.'' Edith said quietly but firmly.
''Do you even know me?''
''No.''
''Then why are you here?''
''I said don't ask questions!'' Edith began to get more frustrated.
Pierre mumbled some gibberish and turned his head away from her on the table.
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The kind old lady smiled. ''I am grandma Edith.''
''Go away, Edith.'' Pierre mumbled.
Edith frowned (ignore the fact that I call her Edith, it saves more room).''Grandmother Edith, excuse you.''
''Do you have any grandchildren?''
''No.''
''Children?''
''No''
''Then why are you called grandmother Edith?''
Edith looked flustered. ''Don't ask questions, I'm just here to get you out of here.''
''Why?'' Pierre snapped his fingers at the bartender for another beer.
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Eventually, someone new sat next to him. He lifted his head for once and saw a kind old lady. He guessed she wasn't here to drink. Her hands and face were wrinkled and pale pink flowers dotted her long, gray hair. She had round, foggy glasses and wore a simple long, gray dress with white splotches here and there.
''What do you want?'' Pierre mumbled, not having been speaking for a few days and his voice was croaky.
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Drunk people sat by him and chattered like blackbirds, they didn't seem to notice that he wasn't responding or even listening.
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Pierre sat at the bar, his eyes dull. One moment memories swirled in his mind, the next, his mind was blank. People moved past, everything was a blur. He could pay attention to what was going on if he wanted, but he didn't. He didn't know how many hours passed, his head on the table, drunk, empty inside, or that's what it felt like to him.