demise of the apparition rider they had received last night, how Mr. Douglas severed his skull (and most likely took his pineal organ as well) and I takeHis whip, while the young men recovered from the consumptions in their hands and Jose fled the area while leaving his daze. Obviously Justo was hit, something that makes both the coyote and me smile.Once again, when I appeared on our target, my internal argument haunts me for having collected, for using my boots, especially since now in the light I can see that last night's trip did some damage to the softened red cowhide. . Roman ridicules me when he realizes they're only a ten minute walk away and I'm exhausted, noting that even Linda doesn't wear heels."Shut your mouth on the off chance you don't need me to hit you with a tree," I reply, doing my best to sound undermining. It doesn't work as he laughs.“Try not to pay attention to him,” Linda murmurs. Be that as it may, assuming you offer anything on the matter once more, I give
I would like to add one more thing.-Anything. What is Justin's job?Why should I care if your followers don't like me? Is it true that they despise me?To persuade the public that you are the coolest girl in the world, I will do everything in my power. Let them hate you, but I won't let them. If something goes wrong, "We'll take care of it," the other person says. "You will be treated with respect."Very nice, but I don't think they'll enjoy it and it's a promise you can't keep. However, I love it. Despite what you may think, you cannot guarantee that you will be able to stop hate or deal with it. When people I don't even know tell me how much they hate me, I don't know. how am I going to handle it? That kind of negativity doesn't sit well with me.“You are well aware that everything they say is a lie. I, on the other hand, will be there right away to help you. I promise to do my best to make sure nothing unpleasant happens.It is impossible for me to regulate what other people post
I wanted to know what the hell is going on between us.Fabiana shook her head. "We made it so hard." She says."What?" Armando doesn't know what he means.“We lied to each other,” he explains, feeling the words slip out of his mouth. "We lied to our friends, we weren't good for each other." Fabiana's eyes filled with water."So what do we do?" Armando asks and Fabiana shrugs. Armando scoffs and sits on his bed. I didn't want things to end. Especially not in this way, on these terms. But if necessary. They have to. "So we're done?" Armando has a question.-But I can not-. Fabian fights. "Don't you understand that?""You seemed very happy to wrap things up last Saturday."ay.— Armando reminds him. -Remember? Do you love Charlie?-Ash--—Do you share everything with him?— Armando remains standing, but he doesn't come any closer to Fabiana. “First kiss, first time drinking, oh, and what was the other thing again?” Armando says sarcastically. "Oh yes, he was the one you lost your virginity
“I thought I knew what you were like,” she says. Fabiana rubs her eyes and smears on mascara as she speaks.Armando is not happy about this. It's ready for it to end. But he doesn't know what Fabiana is looking for. He has your best interests at heart, and he won't compromise on that. He will do whatever it takes. That would be selfish of him. Fabiana is something you should consider. For the first time in the association. Fabiana has to be in Armando's mind. There is only one person that Fabiana cares about: neither Lee nor Rodrigo. I will agree with everything she says.No, I don't think that's what you're saying. Armando is puzzled.—I-I-I…— As soon as Fabiana finishes muttering, she turns and leaves. "I'm puzzled!" Fabiana couldn't answer as she had no intention of doing so. When Armando was asked that question, he knew exactly what to say. He also believes that if Fabiana really prefers him to Charlie, then she should reciprocate his feelings.Fuck offArmando has not given up hi
Only once did I meet Armando after she had left. Late Tuesday night, he decided to return home as he realized he had made a mistake. That day, he had texted her again. I was going to speak after all these years.Armando: Although I haven't heard from you since 1975, I have your CD.Fabiana: Please accept my apologies, Ash. Please forgive me for not informing you. I am disgusted with myself! Can you give me your phone number so I can call you? Since he was so selfish, I'd like to explain it to him. Please, Armando, do me the favor of reading this.Armando: I'm fine with that.Before bursting into tears, Fabiana reread the text a tenth of a dozen times. She was deserving of the praise. The fact that she was well aware that she deserved it herself only helped to exacerbate the situation. Because she had done this to herself, there was no one else she could point the finger at for it. He knew it was his fault, but there was nothing he could do about it.Armando and Fabiana never spoke aga
Tools! Tools!He stands up and walks to the stage as Fabiana watches. She smiles broadly as she displays her diploma in front of the graduating class. Fabiana isn't sure if she's hallucinating or has lost her mind, but she thinks Armando was smiling at her when he did it. There is only one person who can verify that Fabiana's thoughts were real: Armando.His eyes were fixed on her. He is well aware of how much he owes her. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be able to attend college for free. Thanks to Fabiana, she was able to graduate from high school. Because of Fabiana, she may not be able to stay this year. Fabiana is to blame for everything that happens in the future. When she was younger, she dreaded the thought of having to leave her younger sister behind to go to college. He owes her a lot of money and a lot of time. And he has a deep affection for her.It is impossible for him. Neither of them is able to return to the other. In Boston, and it will never leave. In school, she w
"I—I…" I don't have the foggiest idea, he whispered, wiping my cheeks with the lower left arm. Confused, maybe staggered, I keep talking. Everything seems to me... It's all... - I tasted my nose, under my head and I deny it a little. I have no idea what the deal is with me.The bricklayer puts a hand on my shoulder and gives me a light pressure.“It's generally expected.” “It's typical for you to get that impression,” he assures me. All in all, you just lost Maxx and...“What?” I butt into him very quickly, bewildering him with extraordinary bewilderment. What does it mean to treat?"Overall, Maxx passed away and you're enduring, grieving." "Maxx kicked the bucket?" I ask dazedly.Mason blinks a few times, looking a bit confused, but it doesn't take long to shake his head as if he's downplaying something."He figured the supermoon really has more to do with your behavior." "Or maybe this is your approach to handling Maxx's death," he mutters, despite the fact that by all accounts he's
“Did you track it?” Grated at the base, trying to hide the harshness of my speech. Did you feel the book?“Indeed.” “Come,” he says, showing me the sky blue hardback book and nodding his head to follow.I inhale deep and hard, swallowing the small saliva in my mouth in a vain effort to make the cluster in my throat go away and thus eliminate the dry feeling in my larynx before pacing after him to one of the still spotless tables. .-Voucher. This is it,” he mutters when I'm close, the book currently open to the correct pages, showing a guide to Dark Potland with a bunch of blue lines drawn on it. See this? They are Ley lines. They are planned by earthly flows — he clarifies serenely.“Jay said he and Linda were taking a look at the convergences,” I comment, dubiously recalling being important to that discussion. All things being equal, it was the last time I spoke to Jay, or anyone in the pack.—Most likely... this,— articulates, signaling Angeldo with his finger the convergence of th