Murray stepped under the luke-warm water that was spraying from the shower head. He tried to scrub away the lingering smell of smoke and alcohol. He couldn't stop thinking about her and he knew it wasn't good. Didn't work out so well last time.
Murray collapsed onto his bed and buried his face in its tangled sheets. Rumples gingerly walked over from the opposite side of the bed and laid down so that his nose was almost touching Murray's.
He was worried. Her thin face appeared every time he shut his eyes. Pressing his palms into his eyes, Murray let out a sigh. He walked over to the window and pulled hard at the stubborn lower sash of the old wooden frame. It didn't budge. He blamed it on the humidity and flipped on the small fan in the kitchen. Then lit a cigarette in an attempt to calm his thoughts. He needed an escape. He was worried.
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