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After I let them in, we ate and washed the dishes. Our bellies full and our limbs like rubber, we were sprawled out on both couches in the living room. "Let's watch Ratatouille." Grace says from the single couch.I raise my brows at her. "Because we ate spaghetti?""Yes, indeed." She nods.Beside me, Josiah already has the remote in his grasp and is searching through Disney plus. 'Of course you're eager to watch it. You want to see your crush.' I smirk at him and use my left foot to poke his sides.He twists his body away from me. Wiggly little baby. 'Keep your foot away from me.' He laughs and swats my leg away."I don't have a crush on Colette. I just think she's cool.' He justifies."I didn't say it was Collette though. Did I?" I tease."But I knew that's who you were talking about." He says defensively. I smirk at him."I believe you Jojo. Don't mind Bliss." She coos at him."Thank you. You're such a good friend unlike somebody." He sniffs mischievously."Since I'm such a bad fr

Josiah.   I love buying Bliss books because she loves to read. I went to a new bookstore and bought two books I hope she likes. I want to give them to her when I see her. I didn't plan to use the books as an excuse to meet up with her but it kind of played out like that.    It's been two days since I refused to tell her which led to me being threatened(not seriously though). I'm not even sure when we'll see each other because we're both busy, I'm a lazy bum and I don't know what time management is.    I own a shop and sell ceramic ware, porcelain and Stoneware. Plates, vases, cups, mugs, all that stuff. I also dabble in pottery, a little. My job is flexible so I have more freedom than a normal 9-5. But I'm always busy doing everything and nothing at the same time. That's a terrible life habit. Don't be like me.   Luckily, I have two people working for me - Joan and Tiny Tim - who isn't tiny

Bliss.   The fluffy feeling from my outing with Jo is still fluttering around my insides. I didn't notice I'd been smiling until Eden pointed it out as I was opening my salon in the morning. After that I realized my cheeks were kind of hurting and then I tried to stop smiling. Yesterday was so fun and my new books! Wow.   I sent Jo a thank you message again this morning. He's such a thoughtful person and it doesn't help that he's funny and cute. I feel like I'm on happy floating clouds and thankfully I just finished making someone's hair, so I have some time to talk to Eden about yesterday. Not like she wasn't already bugging me to tell her the details.   Lazy Eden already put her part timers in charge of her store and parked her big head in mine. I tell her everything that happened and by the end of it I'm smiling at the memory. She's just staring at me and smiling weirdly. Creep.   'What? Why are y

  Bliss.   The Sun is setting - it looks like a big orange ball melting into the horizon and the sky is streaked with hues of purple-blues, oranges and fluffy clouds ~ I wonder what they feel like. Evenings like these remind me of sunsets spent in my Mama's salon. Which reminds me, I need to call her.   The cool breeze flutters across my face from the open car window while my friends sing along to songs playing on the radio. I occasionally join in but my eyes unconsciously find their way back to the sky.   I want to eat and watch the sun as it sets and I know it's cheesy but I like it. Sometimes I watch it by myself and it's so peaceful.   'Can we eat somewhere that has big windows?' I ask and lean in between the two front seats causing both of them to stop their singing fiasco.    Eden replies without taking her eyes off the road. 'A lot of places have those. W

Bliss.   I've been lying in bed since I woke up. The curtains let in a little morning light, although it's not bright yet. I pick up my phone to check the time and the screen light pretty much blinds me - 6:04am. I toss the phone somewhere beside me.    I can't lie here forever...(which is sad) but I'd rather do things at my own pace instead of running around like a headless chicken because I'm late. Sometimes I still end up opening my salon late, even if I wake up early. I kiss my teeth and get up.   I walk into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. My face and eyes are puffy. I look like brown bread - delicious. I brush my teeth, doze off on the toilet contemplating the purpose of work, almost fall off it but I don't and I shower.   I throw on a large button-up shirt and black trousers. I stare at my outfit in the full-length mirror... Should I wear a cuter shirt? What