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It had been a week since John and I had last seen the Pigman. We were too ashamed to call, or go over to his house. John said that we just need to give it time. I think he only said that so he can get the pressure of caring for someone other than himself of his shoulders. “We should call him, I do not want him to think we just abandoned him!” I say talking of the Pigman. “We did not abandon him Lorraine. We just have to give him some space,” John replies “I just want to make sure he is okay,” I respond in a defeated voice. “He is fine.” John said coldly. When he responds in a cold manner I can tell he is tired of talking about something. I stand up irritated and turn. “Where are you going Lorraine,” I continue walking. “Lorraine... Lorraine I am sorry, come back!” John says rushing after me. “No, John!” I stop and pivot on my heels. “You are not sorry. You care about no one, except yourself! You are the reason the Pigman hates us, you not me! You do not think John, you just do! Use your head and wonder what I might be feeling or at least Mr. Pignati!” I yell loudly. “I do not have to wonder what you’re feeling you never shut up. You use head too much and then you go and make everything more dramatic and complicated than it is. You are to blame just as much as I am! If not, even more because you are the one who cheated at the telephone marathon, I saw you open your eyes you cheated and you can not deny it! You are the one who dialed his number, not me! If it were not

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