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How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist : Part 2

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This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.

Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.

In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.

"The Black Annis"

On Wellington Street

She stands outside my window. The rain is coming down hard. And she watches. Her black hair whips around, the rain running down her skin the color one big bruise. Her eyes bulge. And the trees bend with such violence I assumed they are going to break.

She is happy. So very happy. For weeks I have been dreaming about her. Had seen her sitting in front of a fire in the woods, my parents nestled up to her thighs the way I would when I would watch TV with them late at night. They seemed contented. I never saw them like that.

Not since my brother disappeared.

Parents have a way of listening to you tell something outrageous, without giving away that they think you are making it up. They smile and nod their heads, then they reaffirm with something along the lines of “that must have been terrible,” or “it was just a dream. No need to worry.” So when I told them about the dreams. When I said she grabbed my brother and took him to the woods they just nodded and said they would go look.

It didn't take long for me to stop asking. I knew they weren't going to believe me.

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