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your house?” I
asked as he unlocked the door.
    “ Uh yeah,” he said, letting me
walk into the foyer first.
    The foyer was well lit with one
small table against the wall. The wall held two pictures -more art
than anything, really- black and red streaks of paint with gold
flecks throughout. Abstract. It all matched and seemed very well
coordinated. I gazed at them wanting to touch them, to see what
they felt like, but I almost felt like I was in a museum and
shouldn’t.
    Ace set his keys on the
table heading out of the foyer and into a room that opened into a
great room with an open floor plan, the living room, kitchen, and
dining room all rolled into one but still separated by their
different styles. The vaulted ceiling was
so tall and slanted there was no way you were ever touching it
unless you had a tall ladder.
    “ This is really nice; I haven’t
seen anything like this before,” I said, my eyes wandering from one
thing to another.
    Ace nodded his head turning on a
lamp next to the couch. It was all white leather, sleek with a
curvy back. A clear glass table rested on a huge area rug with
black and white circles and squares all over it. Everything was so
neat and clean and orderly.
    “ Do you live here
alone?”
    “ I have a roommate.” He hurried
off into a room that was across the way.
    I didn’t know what to do so I just
sat at the very edge of the couch. I was afraid to get it
dirty.
    This was so insightful as to what
kind of person he could be: a young guy with a completely neat,
nice home. It wasn’t a trashy sports filled frat type house. And it
looked very expensive. Where would he get the money for such a nice
place when he was in college? There was a great deal to find out
about him. And judging from the bare walls that only sported
artwork, I wasn’t getting the vibe he was close to his family or
that he even liked having pictures of loved ones up on his walls.
It didn’t seem like he liked clutter, either. There was nothing
lying out that didn’t have its place, and there was no clutter. My
bedroom was chaotic like my life.
    I noticed a small leather book
tucked underneath the table. It sparked my curiosity. Why was it
there, what did it say? I slipped it out looking up to make sure
Ace wasn’t coming before cracking it open. There wasn’t that much
writing, just a few sentences.
    It said, “I have once given
up. I thought I would be done with it all and just move on, until
this happened, I don’t know what to do, can’t let it be.” I turned
the page, it said, “I don’t have it in me to just give in anymore,
I’m confused.” I ran my fingers down to the bottom of the page.
“What is normal?” it asked. The paper screamed something by the way the writing was scrawled; I touched the
words. What is normal?
    It pained my heart. If this was
Ace who wrote this it was quite alarming to think he had all this
going on in his mind, and why?
    “ Definitely mysterious,” I
muttered to myself.
    Ace walked out clean and his
hair damp. He toweled his head as he came toward me. I panicked
letting the book fall to the floor. I
kicked it away from me with my foot. Ace didn’t seem to notice, he
sat down next to me; the smell of cologne filling my nose. He
smelled amazing and clean.
    “ I thought we could get something
to eat, I’m starving.”
    “ Okay,” I said, but was still
thinking about what I had just read.
    “ Everything alright?” he asked,
looking a little puzzled.
    “ Ace, are you okay?” I asked him,
touching his arm. “Do you need to talk about anything?” I sighed,
feeling him tense up.
    “ Did I do something?”
    “ No, you just seem like you have a
lot on your mind, and I want you to know you can talk to me. I’m a
good listener.”
    “ I’m fine, I assure you,” he said,
eyeing me suspiciously.
    “ What?” I asked him
nervously.
    “ Where did this
come from?” He was silent, then leaned over, reaching under the
table and picking up the book reached
under and