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We went to the local littles shop, our town does have a variety of bdsm shops, littles being one of them, you could find anything in our town. We went to the shop and I went crazy, I picked things for my princess, we don’t know how young she is when in little space but we hoped she would be young, like really young. I want my baby to be just that a baby, we’ll still take care of all her needs, including the sexual ones, but when she’s in her big girl headspace.

for everything. ***

“Greg, do you think Zoe is really angry this time?” “Angry?” Greg tugged at his tie, utterly unconcerned. “She’d give up her life for me.” I stood outside the private room, listening to every word. My fingers trembled slightly. The engagement ring pressed painfully into my palm. I flicked my wrist without hesitation, and the ring flung out, landing in the trash. The next morning, Greg’s company group chat exploded. “Miss Lowe resigned?” The manager’s voice message was filled with shock. “Is she out of her mind?”

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I ask mom after she tells the cashier so she can get weekly emails about sales and new items. “Annoymous352, it’s my junk mail that way when I want to check for coupons or deals I log into this one and I can see all the shopping things separate from my personal email.” She says, looking at me weirdly. I just stare at her and then it hits her. Her face quickly goes into an “oh shit,” face and she offers me a weak smile. “Moooom!” I shriek. “Ok but listen, your teacher said it would look better on college applications and that you should be in that class.”

Things in spite of everything ended up going well, I don’t know what much to wait for in the future, but it looks like a very brilliant one. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story ‘The Businesswoman”

“I ate two slices of pizza and feel sick. That’s not something to be proud of.” “Emerson Fucking Fitzgerald. You got out of bed, had a shower and ate something after 4 days of nothing. YOU DIDN’T GIVE UP, YOU’RE STILL HERE FIGHTING. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. That is something to be fucking proud of don’t doubt it ok.” A whispered “ok” comes back toward me. We continue and she has one more before saying that’s enough. That’s everything. That’s more than I could ever want from today.

my dad asked “Because that is not part in my plans, I want a simple life right now” I answered My mom is busy scrolling her iPad “you are trending in every social media platforms because of your appearance in public place yesterday” My mom gave her IPad to me and I grab it and started scrolling, I saw some pictures and videos in arcade even in the food bazaar; Harlow is also included in the picture “Seems like you won’t be having a normal life, huh?” North said

I still said hoping it didn't sound harsh because I was just saying this randomly or maybe not very random. “He probably thought you wouldn't be interested. It's nothing” She assures me. “Of course”. Rietta moved inside the room and I followed. As I walked in after Rietta the strong woody fragrance of old books hit my nostrils. I took in the smell for a while before going in for the visuals. The library was a small one but it was filled with lots of old books. “This is the special alpha library. You can read whichever book you want till dinner” She said to me. I smiled at her for her generosity.

“It’s the best thing you’ve ever written.” I leaned back into his chest. The blue mug warm in my hands. The laptop open. The cursor blinking at the end of a blog post about watermelons and Scrabble and the specific beauty of a Tuesday where nothing happened except everything. But a part of me still couldn't let go of the conversation we hadn't had yet. A conversation I felt would break me.