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Poochie Wagmore: The Real Female Dog (Story 2: Telephone)

Its hot as hell out here. I wish this car had AC. Well it doesn't matter because I'm not leaving here until he comes out that door. I know that he's in there and once he come's out I am going to knock his head off! Damn it's hot.
Let me see if I can wipe some of this sweat off in case she comes out there with him. I don't want to look busted. Can't look busted in front of the other woman. You have to show them that you look just as good as they do. I saw her picture. She looks like she never had a baby, or worked, or had a broken heart a day in her life.
Its hot out here. I'm not leaving. I'm going to sit right here until they come out of that house and then I'm going to fly out this car like a bat out of hell and set it off on the both of them. I'm not going to her. I'm going to be a lady about it. I'm going to knock his head clear off his neck though! Who does he think he is leaving me for some stuffy city girl? She can't love him like I do.
Just wait til I get a hold of him. I'm going to whoop him like I'm his momma and then make him drive me home.
He got her flowers. He got her chocolate. He sent her poems. I'm stuck in this junk car, with no AC, living with him in a roach-ridden studio. We barely have food in the fridge, so where is my chocolate? I haven't even gotten a weed from him. Forget a flower. He doesn't write his name on anything but credit card applications so I never got a poem. I hate him. No one loves him like I do!
Damn! My phone's ringing. I don't want them to hear it. Shut up, shut up! Shut up phone! Big purse,...can't find this damed phone....

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I love being with her. I can't leave her. I won't leave her. She makes me feel like I used to feel with the other one. I would say she makes me feel even better than I did with anyone. She does everything the way I like it. I can see myself starting to love it real soon.
She's so smart and classy. She has a great job and she knows a lot. She tells me all kinds of things I never knew about. I feel like I get smarter just talking to her. And she's pretty as ever. I can look at ther face and her body all day and never get tired. I love being with the woman. I can't leave her and I won't leave her.
She was sleeping. I liked to watch her sleep. I didn't tell her that though. I knew that she would think more of it than it really was. I didn't want to mess things up. She wasnt the romantic type. She always made a funny face when I gave her flowers and chocolates. Her nose would wrinkle and she'd smile a little and tell me to stop giving her things. I didnt have much to give her. All I had was me, flowers, chocolates and my words. I wanted to give her everything I had since I didn't have much to give.
I don't know what to do about the other one. She's a good woman. She loves me like no one else but she doesn't make me want to do anything. Every day is the same with her. All these years feel like one long day. I'm tired now. I don't want to leaver her though. I promised her I would never would. So I'm not leaving her because I can't even though I want to.
I looked over, and she was still sleeping. She's beautiful...
I took my phone and went to out to the living room and sat on the couch. I needed to call her. I hated the guilt I felt for being happy. I dialed her... it kept ringing, and ringing. Hung up. I hated calling her. Damn neighborhood was so quiet you can hear a pin drop. If she wanted to argue, I knew I'd have to step outside and keep my voice down. I called again. Ringing, ringing. Then VM. I hung up, dialed her again. Normally she was waiting on me when I was late, but now the phone kept ringing... but for some reason it sounded close by.

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