TheDevilInASong
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"Fuckin unreliable fuckin models!" Cane cursed, slamming a white knuckled fist against the nearest wall, and leaving a deep impression, cracks in the dry-wall radiating out from the center like ripples in a pond. Ignoring the pain in his hand and the damage to the wall, he flipped through the contacts on his cell phone, trying to think of someone who could fill in for the model that had just cancelled on him.
"Where am I supposed to find someone who can be ready in less than an hour?" he mumbled to himself, running his now throbbing hand through his tangle of blond hair. What he really meant was where was he going to find someone who could fill in on such short notice, but wouldn't expect to be paid anytime soon. Money was tight, almost as tight as the deadline he had to complete his portfolio.
Frustrated, the budding photographer slumped down onto the bed. The house that he had booked for the shoot was payed for, but he only had it for one hour and his time started in...forty nine minutes! Shit!
Just as Cane was about to give up and toss the phone away, it began to ring. He glanced down at the screen and saw the smiling face of his sister. As he moved his thumb toward the button that would accept the call, a thought occurred to him...
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