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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Trevan was internally processing everything that Tolek had to say even though he showed little outward emotion. For and as much as the country boy was enjoying his meal in earnest, his pleasure of dining with a cute guy was hard to contain. A trickle of warm laughter followed Tolek's request to their new waitress, Gail, which translated, to<i> go light on the gravy as well as the fat</i>-- because it was a request that wasn't particularly all too common in the deep South except from Northerners.<br/>
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Not so for Trevan Reese Bennett. He was Texas born and bred, which meant he was a f<i>ootball fanatic, four-wheelin', eggs and grits eatin, meat-lovin', line-dancin', patriotic as hell old-fashioned Southern good ole boy. </i>The only things that Trevan wouldn't do was step foot in another church for the rest of his natural life after the Pentecostal debacle he grew up with, and watching NASCAR endlessly at the racetrack or on television.  Like most men born and raised in Texas, Trevan began the conversation with Tolek by injecting his sense of humor.<br/>
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Trevan could have mentioned the crazy weather outside. Or the messed up Austin traffic. But this time it was food. Trevan's light joking was about something general enough not to offend Tolek but common enough that he'd get the joke in it. And before anyone knew, the two men were chuckling and laughing with each other, and the tension faded and the conversation flowed much easier now.  It was actually a brilliant coping mechanism Trevan utilized often, mainly because he didn’t typically trust complete strangers right off the bat.<br/>
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Easing into a conversation with humor, sugar-coated Trevan's natural mistrust a bit and gave him a little more time to size up the situation. <b>"You startin' early Tolek, you fixin' to stay up all night or somethin'? </b>he teased.<br/>
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Even without knowing about each other deeper than what was reflecting back on the surface, Trevan quickly picked up on the fact that the pair shared something in common. It definitely wasn't their dietary habits, though, as Trevan picked up knife and fork to get started on his chicken fried steak. He took two bites of the thick, creamy mashed potatoes and the golden swirl of chicken gravy on his plate, emitting a soft crooning sound of <i>yesireallylikethis. </i>Although he and Tolek came from different places in the world, in order to meet in this one location for the first time ever, the spark of electricity told him one thing.<br/>
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<i>Tolek could see things too, just like he could.</i><br/>
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Trevan's response was welcoming, and so was his demeanor and that apparently made it much easier for Tolek to initiate the conversation about his own past. He was nodding his head, engaged without interrupting Tolek mid-sentence, listening to every detail of how Tolek managed to come to be in Austin, Texas. He had a greater understanding about who Tolek was, as he explained he was an immigrant to the United States, but never said from where he came from. It was after Trevan chewed what was inside his mouth and swallowed it, that he asked Tolek a question.<br/>
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<b>"Whereabouts ya from orig'nally, then?"</b><br/>
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Before he could finish his sentence, Tolek opened the floodgates and words containing <i>malicious, haunted, and spirits </i>flowed out and were picked up by his ears. Not only did Trevan's fork pause in a frozen pattern over his plate, his burnished brows rose and knit above his sparkling blue eyes, forming a concerned furrow between them.<br/>
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<b>"Hold on there, pardner. Whoooa. There ain't no gray area with malicious spirits, Tolek. You either were haunted by good spirits, which by all accounts are human spirits. Or you got pure evil ones, hell bent on the destruction of human souls. Demonic, inhuman spirits that torment people and cause the worst kind of hauntings. They also possess people, you git what I'm sayin'?"</b><br/>
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Trevan's head shook, uhh uhh no. <b>"Protected ya? Ain't never heard of no malicious spirit protectin' anythin' but their own interests, and ah kin guarantee it ain' innocent, bro."</b><br/>
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If Tolek believed that Trevan wasn't forceful, he could be quick about speaking his own mind, especially when it came down to something that he knew wasn't harmless. Trevan was equally just as confused as to why two malicious spirits would have protected Tolek, unless they planned to possess him. Trevan's sixth sense was already out there picking up vibrations, but he was wise to not let his spidey senses wander too far without a metaphysical shield of protection over them. He let his words sink into Tolek's brain, as he resumed eating his meal.<br/>
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His food wasn't the only thing he was digesting. Trevan's mind was ruminating over the news that Tolek's company might not be innocuous. His facial features relaxed to normal, losing the worried furrow and the raised brows but Trev still felt like he should remain on guard.<br/>
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<b>"I'm pleased as punch they saved ya. But if they're still with ya Tolek, its probably time they was fixin' to leave, dontcha reckon?"</b> Trevan suggested.<br/>
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He couldn't relax until Tolek verbally acknowledged that it wasn't remotely normal to have malicious spirits helping him or other fellow human beings out. Trevan was uncomfortable for the first time during the meal, feeling restless while sitting still. Unconsciously, he took out a business card of a friend of his that dealt with bad spirits. The card was slid across the table, as his gaze met Tolek's. The card read, <i>David G. Christensen, Parapsychologist and Demonologist. </i>His colleague's address and phone number were just below his name, along with an email address.<br/>
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<b>"A friend of mine might be able to help ya. I'd like you to give him a call and see what he says first before I can have ya on a lock down. Some of the shit we come across don't play nice with others, if ya git my drift. If you got latchers on, its bout they came off or it could git much worse."</b><br/>
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Having a spiritual cleansing was all he could suggest for Tolek, and it was beneficial especially with his having psychic abilities. It was dangerous otherwise for his new friend to take on additional paranormal energy if he had spirits clinging to him from a haunting at his parents home. He knew that ultimately the young man would have to decide for himself whether having spirits latching on and keeping him under their thumb was worth it. Trevan took a deep breath, and picked up his sweet tea to take a long sip, before he replied thoughtfully.<br/>
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<b>"You do enjoy driving, that's f'sure!" </b>Trevan laughed, lightening the mood a little bit. "<b>Ya drove damn near three hours to git here, ain't that right? Love me classic rock. I have a few hobbies, I reckon. I like line dancin', music, football, ridin' horses, gittin' some mud on my truck, the great outdoors. Country livin..' that kinda thang. My favorite author is probably Stephen King. I like to read."</b><br/>
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Finally the suspense was broken! When Tolek explained that the word <i>doskanaly </i>meant excellent, Trevan found himself grinning widely. <b>"Well you had me wonderin' Tolek. <i>Polish</i>, ya say? I was thinkin' maybe Russian. Happy ya answered that question for me. I do love me some languages, I'd like to learn a few. Tell me, what's the word fer handsome, in Polish?"</b><br/>
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Because one thing was certain, Tolek was certainly <i>that.</i></span></span>