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"That must be nice, to be able to go home and have someone there." Rien tried to sound happy. Family was an awkward subject for him, since he grew up with nothing close to a family. He had a mentor, nothing more. His mother was scum, his father was his mentor and the person whom he followed by footsteps, and his step mother was oblivous. He had no siblings, and as for aunts and uncles, they were nothing and never contacted him. Rien grew up alone, so he was use to being alone. He didn't enjoy any conversations about family, he didn't enjoy being around any close families. Rien wasn't use to it and felt uncomfortable. But he did try from time to time to get the hang of things. He just had to learn to bite his tongue sometimes.
Rien looked up from his bread, "Tainted Addiction is trying to call me. Again. They've been trying to hire me again, something along the lines of 'we'll pay you better and get you the good gigs'." Rien didn't work hard for no reason when he was an independant photograher. His wages were high and he worked alone. He was no more then assicated with Tainted Addiction, since he started out there. He did do shoots for them, but they no longer owned him. He was his own work force. Munching on his bread, he pushed the basket to her, "Come on, you were very hungry. Try the bread, it's really good." He offered a smile to her, knowing she was the one with the growling stomach.
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it's like we're going through the motions, of a scripted destiny.
Tell me where's our inspiration, if life wont wait,
then i guess it's up to me. |
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