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Pathetic Scum

Author: Ms. Anonymous
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-22 15:01:42
The staff takes care of our luggage, wheeling it away toward the cabins. But since they’re off-limits until midnight, Liam and I are left with nothing to do.

It doesn’t take much to convince me to go exploring with him, so we run off the second we can and leave Becca and Zane to their own world.

I thought the ship was massive when I first stepped on, but now, as I take it all in, I realize I underestimated just how big it really is. It’s gorgeous, but also overwhelming. Like a city floating on water.

There are three floors above the one we’re currently walking through, and if the rest of the ship looks anything like this, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

We’re at the atrium now, and it’s breathtaking. A massive glass dome stretches above us, letting the last bits of sunlight pour through. There’s a grand staircase in the center, wide and elegant, leading to the upper decks. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a golden glow over everything. Soft music plays in the back
Ms. Anonymous

love it when em stands up for herself, like that's my girl!!

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Shannon Sullivan
And Lake Huron is not that large to warrant a month-long trek.
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Debbie
Zane invited her to humiliate her and degrade her, but he didn’t think that she would be with another guy so soon.
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Debbie
Emilia is a strong independent woman now, since she isn’t with Zane anymore. Now she can be herself again. Thank God for Liam. He is there for her. Stone is such a jerk. I love how she said i know you wanted to sleep with me, while i with Zane, so now you hate me, cause i didn’t want you.
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