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Number 88

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Jun 08, 2022

Nixin parked the car at the house. He got out, shutting the car door with ease. He made his way up the walkway, stopping short of the stairway. He glanced up, seeing a very upset David.

“Uh…Hi?” Nixin croaked out. He had forgotten the time, something he had not grown use to. Even if the dark starry sky told him otherwise.

David’s frown matched his growing anger. It was rather hard for Nixin to keep a straight face, seeing David in a frilly apron with a mixing bowl and wooden spoon in hand. “You’re late. Where is the food?” He said deadpanned.

Nixin swore he could hear Terri’s voice in that son of hers. Nixin swallowed hard, his mouth tasted like sandpaper. He had forgotten it at the coffee shop while he went after Michael. He started smiling, out of fear.

“Uh…” He pointed to the car. “I left it, it’s in the back seat, let me go get it.” Nixin started to walk away, back in the direction in which he came. Quickening his pace.

David smiled. Not catching on to the lie. “Good! I was afraid you had forgotten, after all, the stores are closed tomorrow.” David started to walk back into the house when he heard the car engine start. The teen’s green eyes grew huge, then flared in anger. He did a 180. Seeing the red tail lights vanish into the darkness. David started raging as he called out. He ran back outside, gritting his teeth.

“Nixin, you IDIOT!” He waved the wooden stick, like one would wave a potential weapon. He fumed on the porch for awhile, mixing away on the cake batter. He sighed, knowing when Nixin came back, he would have the food. He walked back into the house, where Terri was sitting reading a book. She glanced up, smiling a bit at her son.

“He forgot the food again?” Something that was obviously a recurring occurrence. 

“What do you think.” David walked into the kitchen, seeing his mother crack a smile. 

“Thank god I already bought the food yesterday, it's in the deep freeze.” She went back to reading her book. The kitchen door flew open, with David hugging his mother in a flash. 

“Love you MOM!” He got up rather quickly, heading back to the kitchen with the same speed. Terri cracked a smile. Once again returning back to her book. Nixin owed her big time, but since it was the holidays, she’d let him slide.

********************

Nixin looked at the “Closed” Sign. His forehead rested on the cold glass. His reflection showed his enthusiasm.

“David is going to kill me.” He closed his eyes in defeat, heading once again to his car. Ready to face whatever came his way. For Nixin, he didn’t want it any other way. It was a place to call home, in the crazy world he was brought into.

Before leaving, he cracked a smile, musing to himself.

“I wonder if anyone found the body yet?”

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ERROR FIXED

END_OF_ERROR/Program_88_END

AI_SOUL.exe

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