Carol phoned me early, all excited. I was only barely approaching consciousness.
“I need to go to Integration,” she said. She was speaking far too rapidly for my coffee craving brain.
“Slow down, Carol,” I replied. “Please.”
“Can you drive me up to that Integration place.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
I salivated. Carol was an extremely attractive woman but she also baked mean cupcakes and I could always dream, couldn’t I.
“Ok, I’ll grab a coffee and come pick you up.”
I dropped her off just in front.
I’ve never been inside.
Sound baths and harmonic sound frequencies are a bit too much for my no weird shit mind.
I strolled down the road to help kill time.
When I saw the realtors sign I knew where I could invest Dad’s inheritance.
A motel, a restaurant, maybe a casino.
Thank you Carol.
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