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**Marcus (my brother):** elijah you cannot hack restaurants **Elijah:** and yet **Adrian:** ADRIA TEXT US I typed quickly, one eye on the door. **Me:** I'm fine. I'm in the bathroom. Dinner has been...different. **Sophia:** different how **Me:** He's been. Paying attention. **Adrian:** paying attention like a PR stunt or paying attention like an actual human being **Me:** I don't know yet. That's the problem. **Elijah:** the tiktok edits of you and kieran are at 800k views collectively by the way. someone made one called "the wrong husband" and it's at 400k alone.

Adry says taking Madyln out of my hands toward his, she just giggles, she loves her daddy. "Milky!" She says while he's busy kissing her nose. "Oh no, we're going for real food, Papa is making you waffles," Adry says leading the way to the kitchen, waffle it is!

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

Drew looked down at her and he raised his eyebrows in question. "Did you forget anything back there?" Drew asked and Adaline shook her head. "What is it?" He asked again. He knew of her mutism and she couldn't talk, but it wasn't something permanent. She would talk if forced or triggered and Drew knew this was an opportunity for her to speak up. He stood and waited patiently for her to say what the problem is. Adaline stared at Drew with her big round eyes and Drew understood what she wanted and he wouldn't give her. She wanted something to write on but he needed her to talk.

Sunia called, stopping in her tracks. Aadi was the younger brother of Veejay. He just returned from the United States of America after spending ten years there studying. He had his hair in a spiky style with a red-tinted side. He had an oval-shaped face with hard features. His eyes were of pure twinkling brown. He was well-built, tall, and handsome. “Who the hell is this bi*ch to keep me waiting at the door?” Aadi asked, cheesed off. “Calm down, Aadi. I don’t think she deserves the slap,” Sunia said. “I was right here, the door was answered the moment you notified.”

Ignoring him, Adan sat on the chair prepared for him. “Well”, Luke said unworriedly. He said from his CEO's leather chair. Before he would talk, Adan placed a pen gently on his table. Luke raised a brow “Wow…” he picked the pen greedily “You made this?” Adan didn't respond, and Ken smirked at the poor man who was about to enter a deadly trap. Luke frowned the moment he saw the AHT logo “AH Technology made it?” He looked at Adan. Adan tilted his head “What are you expecting?"

He couldn't be bothered with the thought. “What now? What will I do to get back to normal?” He growled as he looked at the woman's phone and got an idea. Without thinking much, he immediately took it with his mouth and tried to open it. With all his best, it’s fortunately opened and with luck, there was no password or security pattern either. “Lucky!” He giddily said. He clicked the message app with his sharp nails, leaving so many scratches on the screen before he could open it.

She shrugged and walked away. Zehra was sitting in the living room with her laptop while her parents watched TV. She was searching for good universities for journalism, when a message popped up in Gmail Hangouts from Alphastar1. A: Terrorist Z: What is it with you and gmail? A: It was nice meeting you today. Z: Didn’t look so nice from where I was standing. A: Your vision was clouded with fear. Z: You wish. All I feel is contempt.

I clicked selfies with everyone and then went to the washroom to clean myself. It took me a longer time, as my face is full and hairy like a bear and it takes time to wash it off. I was so use to it now that I did not even bother when people commented behind my back. I am what I am so it hardly mattered. Anyway, my family loves me only that matters. As I came out the DJ was playing my favourite number, “BAD BUNNY (DRAKE-MIA)”

Now next will take a few days to come, please be patient. Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Till the next adios