Ron's radio crackled. "Kim? Kim… come in, Kim," he said. "Hey, Ron." Kim said. "How's the flight?" Ron asked. Kim had been flying over the ocean to Europe in a private jet. Kim had said she would be gone a while, and for Ron it seemed to be too long. The only way Ron could comminucate to Kim was through a radio. The Kimmunicator had run out of battery, so the old-fashon radio in Ron's garage had to do. "Well, I'm over the Atlantic, and heading for Europe." She said "That I know." Ron said. "Kim out." Kim said as the radio turned to a crackle. Ron turned off the radio and watched the dim light fade out of the tubes. He had nothing else to do. Now that Kim was over the ocean, he couldn't go anywhere with her. He sat there a while, then headed to his room. He turned on the TV. Nascar, Cosby Show, Spongebob, Infomercial, yawn. He turned the TV off. He couldn't use the internet, since the company had been having tech glitches. He had to face it: he was bored. It was 10:30, nothing was on TV, and Bueno Nacho had been closed for 4 good hours now. His parents had been out of the house for the night. He thought of sleeping, but he wasn't tired. He suddenly wondered why Kim was even going to Europe. She didn't like Europe… and also wondered why she didn't take him. Was she seeing someone else over there? He had got to get to the bottom of it. He sat down at his desk and did something he thought he never did before: thought.
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