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Useless. It was one of those absolutely terrible moments when you feel disgusted with yourself and the things that you have done. Mistakes you have made in the past that you can not undo or scratch off as easily as one does while writing. A mark so permanent that doesn’t go away, forever sealed in the transparent lamination of time. It is there to make you remember of all the silly mistakes that have been done and yet we never seem to stop doing them again and again, even after we know where it will ultimately lead us. The awaiting guilt, sharpening its teeth. Smiling. Waiting.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

"Can I unpack the package now?" I quietly climbed a few steps to look around the corner. Once again I was seized by horror. Cornelia and the postman were embracing each other and kissing wildly. The postman's hand had pushed up her skirt and stroked her right ass cheek. She, in turn, stroked her hand over the big bump in the man's trousers.

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"Mr. William, you have one new email with an attachment," the voice of the AI assistant echoed in the quiet office. William, just back from his morning meeting, threw his blazer onto the sofa. A light drizzle tapped against the tall glass windows behind him. He exhaled deeply and turned on his computer screen. [Sender: Anonymous] Subject: "True Love in the Wrong Bed." His eyebrows furrowed. He almost deleted it—spam like that appeared too often.