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small chatter eventually broaden as the sunset transitions to sundown . laughter coming from somewhere far too close . he sits off farthest from the crowd , in hopes he could scope any important announcement amadeus might have . but is it important enough to bear all this noise ? click . click . he's afraid if he places anymore pressure on the pen he clutches it might break . wouldn't be the first one , not necessarily the last . but he doesn't have any more pens in tow ; not to get him through a potentially long meeting . click . click. he could leave — but no — he had to do this. it was best for him. it was best for his thirteen year old son , who he almost forgotten he had until three months prior. life was just that crazy , wasn't it ?
vince easily integrated himself without struggle; currently , he's mingled somewhere in the crowd. mitchell isn't worried; he knows that , despite showing clear-cut symptoms of being a cult ( besides literally having the world cult in their title ) they were safe. ironically , they didn't display the negatives . in fact , they did their own thing , separating themselves from a dismantled society . they lived their life in a way that mitchell never really knew how ; his family was traditional . woman and man in a marriage to one devoting god , loving more than one person at once ? unheard of . but these people ? they weren't only religious , but they embraced multiple partners . it was outside of what he was raised in , however , mitchell strayed from those practices long ago. when mitchell dwelled on the qualities of a safe child-friendly environment , he didn't dwell on the romantical aspects. only what would most likely keep his son alive .
click . click . click. somewhere , he thinks he hears amadeus , but he sounds gurgled , underwater . . . far away. far away. eyes lifted . people begin to quiet , however , therefore allowing mitchell to relax . he places pressure on his trembling leg , readying his journal so he could take whatever notes were most palpable.
small chatter eventually broaden as the sunset transitions to sundown . laughter coming from somewhere far too close . he sits off farthest from the crowd , in hopes he could scope any important announcement amadeus might have . but is it important enough to bear all this noise ? click . click . he's afraid if he places anymore pressure on the pen he clutches it might break . wouldn't be the first one , not necessarily the last . but he doesn't have any more pens in tow ; not to get him through a potentially long meeting . click . click. he could leave — but no — he had to do this. it was best for him. it was best for his thirteen year old son , who he almost forgotten he had until three months prior. life was just that crazy , wasn't it ?
vince easily integrated himself without struggle; currently , he's mingled somewhere in the crowd. mitchell isn't worried; he knows that , despite showing clear-cut symptoms of being a cult ( besides literally having the world cult in their title ) they were safe. ironically , they didn't display the negatives . in fact , they did their own thing , separating themselves from a dismantled society . they lived their life in a way that mitchell never really knew how ; his family was traditional . woman and man in a marriage to one devoting god , loving more than one person at once ? unheard of . but these people ? they weren't only religious , but they embraced multiple partners . it was outside of what he was raised in , however , mitchell strayed from those practices long ago. when mitchell dwelled on the qualities of a safe child-friendly environment , he didn't dwell on the romantical aspects. only what would most likely keep his son alive .
click . click . click. somewhere , he thinks he hears amadeus , but he sounds gurgled , underwater . . . far away. far away. eyes lifted . people begin to quiet , however , therefore allowing mitchell to relax . he places pressure on his trembling leg , readying his journal so he could take whatever notes were most palpable.