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Williams, I— I didn't know better before.

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The words I have waited so long for. "I love you too." I say and my heart fills with joy. That night I slept on cloud nine.

If he was always like this, we might get along. "What word do you want to know?" He stopped to think for a moment. "What is the other word "I am" in your language?" "Uhm ... 'me' or 'I'. The word I am is me or I," I repeated. He nodded and thought again of what he would ask next. Really? That's a simple term, he did not know? “What about the word ‘you’?" "It's simple, 'you'," I replied. I feel my intellect because I am teaching something. My teaching skills are enhanced because of this Prince.

I dragged, "What's I*?" "Now you have me confused, Tracy," she stopped and peered at me intently, "Well, since you asked, I* is I*******m," "Oh, what about the views you mentioned a few minutes ago," I pressed. "Come on now, Tracy," she ran a hand through her hair, adjusting her glasses right after. " if I hadn't known better, I would have likened this to a case of impersonation." She trailed off.

“I—” To be continued…

Oh My God Two words "I'm fucked." Could life get any worse?

group of "Why am I even explaining it you?" He exhaled heavily and walked past me towards his room. HOW. DARE. HE?? Everytime he insults me. All I get is insult, insult and insult from him. Tiny brains? Zero IQ power? Does he even know the full form of IQ? I Know. It's..... intelligent.... quotient...right? Well I know. Bastard. I can't even curse him out loud or smack him because a tiny part of me still scared of his consequences.

The other version of Layla had hot golden eyes and a long crack across her face, it seemed that burning red was shining through the crack. “Who are you?” Layla asked again, this time her voice was more stable, surer about the question she wanted answered. The other version layla just tsk her tongue and shook her head. “I guess I over-estimated your ability.” The other version spoke. Her movement seemed like a coordinated dance, her words emphasizing her movement, it all seemed to put Layla on edge. The other version moved to the frozen picture, where the William was still holding on to Layla.

Every word was about me. Me.