The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


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Suddenly, my door opened and a woman entered. She looked identical to the others, in her black suit and short hair. Her eyes were cold and calculating. I swallowed hard to keep myself from screaming. How on earth did I get myself into these situations? A mere few weeks ago, I was relaxing at home, worried only about my favorite characters on TV. "I take that you've found your companion to be in good health," she stated sarcastically as she motioned to the window that viewed Jason. Anger burned inside me. She had done this to him. She and whoever it was that she worked for. I felt her ice blue eyes burn into mine. "Now," she said, "it's you're turn." Two burly men came from the door behind her. My feeble attempts to ward them off were useless. They overpowered me easily and held me in a head lock. Together, the two of them marched out of the room, pulling me in tow. The woman stepped back to let them by her back out the door. "Don't look so alarmed. You should have known we would catch you. You don't think we just dropped you off and forgot about you, did you? Oh, no. You were merely bait." The men kept pulling me down a long, narrow hallway. The woman's voice sounded menacing as it echoed around me. "But don't worry, dear. It won't hurt. We only have a couple questions."

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