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“Come on. Tell me three facts — two truths and one lie.” I giggle again, but I notice he's really serious, and it makes me suddenly uncomfortable. “Come on. Give me three facts that I can't tell if they're true or false.” Hum… I'm silent for a few moments, thinking about the truths about myself that Jasper would never imagine… and I feel slightly disconcerted when I realize that there's nothing really extraordinary that could sound like a lie, except…. “Okay… Let's do it.” I sigh deeply and settle down as well, though I keep the pillow between my legs, covering my belly, which is being taken over by an intense cold. “First fact: I have no memory of before I was six.”

“I’ll pass. The only thing it’ll have me changing is my clothes.” “Hey! That’s not nice,” he chastised as he booped my nose. “Next question—” “Uh-uh. It’s your turn to name two facts about yourself. You can ask your next one after that. We said we’d share our secrets. You’re up,” he said. “Two facts about myself… hmm… I’m a book nerd and you’re the 5th guy I’ve been with. There, now for my ne—” “Woah, woah, woah. Pause,” he said firmly.

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Jessica replied, looking at the file she was working on. Mr. Joyce was instantly amazed to hear the story. He even wanted to know the names of his parents.

I smiled proudly. "No way." "Mhmm," I smiled. "I still have it in one of my boxes at my parents' house. It was like a mantra." "That's amazing," he laughed. "Which character do you think I'm most like?" "Oh definitely Joey," I replied without a second thought. "Because of my good looks yeah?" Tyler smirked proudly. "No no," I corrected him. "I was talking about having the mind of a five-year-old, but you can believe what you want."

'Except me young lady, i'd whoop you even if you're sixty'. If there was one thing i learnt in the passing years, it was that the years you past didn't always affect you physically but also emotionally. For every year turned, there was something we remembered it with. The year i had turned sixteen, was the year my world turned upside down again.

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well I have never answered this question. "Me?" "Yes you... Only you" he completed and his eyes took me to a different version of him. "Um... I am 25yrs old, I work at Better half matrimonial company and a call centre to earn and help my family. I am not more into chattering, always an admirer of silence. That's it" I completed... god!!that was difficult.

“Tell me about yourself.” Wow. She thought. Dig deep. “It’s . . . it’s weird. I know some things, like, oh, I can read, understand, think I’m pretty and I'm a graduate but I don’t remember taking class. I think I don't like alcohols and dogs and I'm freaking rich and famous . . .” I swallowed the lump forming in her throat, and forced my lips to move around my immobile teeth.

Yeah—I thought he was disgusting. Mark just stood there, empty-eyed, then walked away. He never came back. And I never wanted him to. While I was overseas, I dropped papers in top journals, picked up honors I never even dared to dream about. Made it to the world stage. Proved I was enough. No handouts. No shortcuts. Just me, grinding my way up. After graduation, one of the top schools in Carmoria hired me as a professor. Before heading back, I took time to travel. Hit up dozens of countries, saw things that'll stay with me forever—until one day in Ria de Janero, Fiona called.