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Strangers In The Dumpster: A Short Story

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"Hart Street..." Gilbert thought out loud staring at the television. People were hurrying out onto the street from the convenience store. "Isn't that pretty close to the 'U'?" "Mhm," replied Ludwig as he propped himself against the couch. He looked back toward Gilbert. "I suppose you aren't heading to class for a while, then." "Well, I think I could probably sneak through," Gilbert said while mulling over how exactly he would make it past all of the camera crews and blockades. Ludwig had just been pressuring him to get to class, the last thing he wanted to do was stress him out. He was going to get to class. Ludwig's intensely focused demeanor changed, his eyebrows lifting a bit on the deliverance of Gilbert's comment. He glanced from …show more content…

"Hey," Gilbert said with a weak laugh, his headache still getting the best of him, "I'm not that bad! Not all the time." "You still shouldn't head out," he stated quickly, "I'll have breakfast ready soon." He hurriedly got up, his fingers twisting around themselves, his shoulders slightly hunched. "Alright, I'll just chill for a bit," Gilbert called kindly after him. After he knew Ludwig had really left the room, he shut off the television. He had forgotten Ludwig stressed out whenever local trouble was broadcasted. He pushed himself off of the couch, the cushions slowly expanding to how they were before he had laid down the previous night. He made his way over to the kitchen where Ludwig was more than busy preparing breakfast. There was toast was peeking out of the toaster, waiting to be plated while he was busy making sure the eggs wouldn't burn. Gilbert walked over and grabbed two plates from out of a cupboard, trying to prevent them from clashing together as much as he could. He then placed two slices of toast on each of their plates, assuming that was how Ludwig wanted it, and placed them near

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