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Richard Wainwright (atrickstertype) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"Neither can I" Richard admitted, grunting as the the first bungee cord came free. "I don't think I was," he paused, searching for words, "really clear what I was getting into?" It was a big admission for him, even after days of the idea building up, and it left a bad taste in his mouth. "It wasn't really a bad idea. I needed to move things a long way in a short amount of time. But the Monster," he patted her side affectionately, "was a little more than I had bargained for. Take it from me, cornering on a highway in this thing is less than fun." He smiled at Dominic, shrugging a little. "But my work starts next Monday. I just got a job at Pacific Life, here in town. PR."

The second bungee came loose under his hands and he eased it off, catching a box that it had been holding in place. "What about you, Dominic? Did you grow up around here?" Small talk was awkward, he decided, but a necessary part of life. Especially since it was just the two of them for the next few minutes. "Any helpful hints for a Midwestern boy who just moved to his first coast?"