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secretary
His shirt suddenly felt too constrictive. Or the room was too hot. Or both. He wasn't really sure; all he could be sure of was that his boss was definitely trying to kill him. The new secretary bent over again. Did she have to keep dropping that pen?
amuse
She laughed at his awkward attempts to provide some... reprieve from their current situation. It was a nice sentiment, amusing in a vague, distorted way. She could see the humour, but it was offset by the gravity of their predicament.
skeleton
There were some... skeletons in the closet, per say, and by skeletons I mean, of course, corpses of her former boyfriends. Honestly, it's a wonder she hadn't gotten caught until now. Half the football team must've been in there.
violent
She didn't know when it had become like this, really. The years sort of blurred together in her head... Concussions and contusions hadn't really helped to that end, either. It was all dangerous...It was all her life. She wouldn't change it for the world, regardless.
chalkboard
I can still remember the skritch-scratch noise the chalk made on my highschool's math class chalkboard. It's like the sound's permanently ingrained itself into my very soul. Well, not exactly. Maybe I'm exaggerating. A little.
radio
The old radio crackled to life as the children, entranced, settled in to listen. It was something they'd never done before, only heard stories of, from their grandmothers and grandfathers. Fond stories of nights spent with a whole family, enjoying the company, waiting for the next part of some epic story to come on. They'd never talk about the radio programs themselves, only the feeling.
remember
Remember the last time you really payed attention to him? Really, really looked? He's hardly even in your thoughts anymore, and he used to be your whole world. I know. I can see it on your face. It's changed so much, and you didn't even notice. Too bad.