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windows in paradise. Ethan wasn't having a great day.windows in paradise. by ~Lizaardking
At nine a.m. that morning the phone had woken him, and crawling out of bed he reached it eight rings later, the bed sheets clumsily wound around his waist. He clutched the receiver, crushing it to his ear, whilst he tried to wipe the hard, painful grains of sleep from his eyes.
"Yeah?" he croaked, supressing the urge to begin hacking up. He noticed the crumpled packet of cigarettes on the nightstand and impulsively reached for them.
"Ethan, it's mom," the voice over the line was dry and shaky, and with a sink of his stomach he guessed she had probably been drinking. Her voice was thick and unsettling but
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