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My I*******m is @prof_israel 2021 My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel. I drop my pen here. I AM NOTHING BUT A PENCIL IN THE HAND OF THE CREATOR. LOVE YOU ALL.

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I clicked the numbers 0631 as his passcode -- my birthday and true enough to what he said, my birthday is really his passcode because it opened smoothly and my cheeks heated more because his home screen wallpaper is our picture together at the farm while he is kissing me on my left cheek. Why does he have to use my picture and our picture together as his lock and home screen wallpaper?! Ugh! I am so shy now! He does not have to do that! I pretended again that I was not affected and I just decided to find and click the messages icon while the head of Sir Franco is now on my neck, comfortably resting there while his hand while still intertwined with mine and while he is watching me exploring h

Andrew’s phone was white with a small teal and black ‘A’ in the lower right corner on the back. Benji’s phone was midnight blue with a light blue crescent moon and the word Beta scrolled over the back in a light-grey color, like his wolf. All the phones have clear cases and screen protectors. “When did you have time to do?” Benji asked. “These are customized, and thoughtful.” “Beta, why are you always so worried about my time?” I asked, shaking my head. “Little Luna, these are awesome. They fold and everything.” “Yup, we don’t do Apple over here. Androids are better, better cameras, better microphones, better recording capabilities, if needed. Don’t believe me… G****e it.”

When I turned on the phone, it didn’t bring the usual prompt to follow when you turned on a new phone. As soon as the wallpaper came on, I knew exactly why. The wallpaper was a picture of Chris at a beach wearing shorts and he was shirtless revealing his finely toned abs and broad chest with his killer smile. Something prompted me to check the contacts and I burst out laughing when I saw the only contact that was already saved on the phone. It was saved as: Hubby🔒❤️❤️❤️💍

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she continued when I went quiet. “Is that an order, woman?” I asked, hand on the back of my head. “Yeah. An order,” she replied, firmly. I opened my phone and went to the G****e Play Store to d******d the I*******m app. After installing it, I logged in the details she gave me. dl_dale Dale Daniel Cuego 1 500 5 Post Followers Following I noticed that the profile picture she used is a sideway photo of me. Not bad.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

"Everyone has one in 2025—" His eyes snapped back up to me. "2025?!" he exclaimed, seemingly horrified. I gulped and managed a nod, but pressed on, taking a few more steps toward him to show him the phone. He fixed his eyes back on the screen when the startup jingle played, and the phone blazed to life. The homescreen was a picture of the beach... one I'd taken during my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful. Like, I*******m-worthy. Of course, I had posted it to I*******m...

I could admit that now. Shaking out my almost shoulder length hair, I reached into my gym bag and pulled out the new Android I’d finally scraped enough to buy. It was cheap, but functional. A massive upgrade from the ancient button phone I'd been using since returning Noah’s iPhone. That stupid, overpriced thing with all its memories I couldn't manage to live with. I raised the phone and snapped a few mirror selfies, rotating my torso to catch the right angles. The artificial lighting cast shadows over my abs, making me look even bigger. I was about to click into the gallery when I caught it the scar on my face.