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I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

I don't think they'd understand it, no I don't think they would accept me, no I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell Yeah it hurts like hell Dreams fight with machines Inside my head like adversaries Come wrestle me free Clean from the war Your heart fits like a key Into the lock on the wall I turn it over, I turn it over But I can't escape I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile

If this all fails all I see is me being the perfect housewife and just allowing it to happen till I'm buried six feet under. “You know a lot of amazing artists come out here and get their best ideas.” a random voice quipped out of the darkness piquing my attention. Unsure of how long he had been there. I looked over to see a man over six feet tall. Perfect beard, brown eyes, and an accent I couldn’t decipher. “Didn’t your momma ever teach you to not talk to strangers?” A chuckle escaped his mouth at my comment, but he was still looking forward. “You’re about a foot shorter than me, I am sure I can take you.” He joked. He stood there in silence with me. “They say talking about your problems t

Donald said coldly, “Huh, me? Don’t make me laugh! I’m not even 60 yet, do you think I’m as confused and stupid as you are?!” Charlie smiled as he glanced at Donald’s resolute and somewhat sarcastic expression, and he said to Lord Moore, “There is a lyric that sings, ‘Miner’s lady, a stranger to blue water’. The lady who lives at the coal mine all year round will never know the blue hue of the ocean, similar to the person who doesn't believe that there is a God in this world because they have never seen miracles.” Then, he chuckled ambiguously and said flatly, “In that case, why don’t you take the pill here so that they can see what kind of miraculous effect the pill brings!”

I said it so sure, “How do you do it? How do you spiritually talk to me?” He got shocked, lost. Everything I said was new to him, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I got so disappointed, I thought I had found the answers to my life. My brother then came and told me it was time to go home. Instead of going home, he drove to this wasteland in the middle of the night. Why are we going there, I wondered. “What are we doing here so late?” “The world and its people are cruel and life itself is so unfair. To make it in this world, you have to look out for your blood and nothing else. Don’t ever trust a stranger because you don’t know how dangerous or venomous one can be.”

Strangers With Benefits . Written by Pink-Butterfly . Episode 35: Who tops ? . Nathan was pretty much fuming as he stomped up the stairs to his house to slam the door open, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag on the floor next to them. His furrowed eyebrows twitched when he noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to his mother's. If his mood had been rotten before, this sudden stranger's visit was certainly not helping. The smell of lamb skewers though, did.

Did I go home with a stranger? I looked at my body to find myself in a manly t-shirt! Yahp! I did bed a stranger! But where was he? Didn’t he even wait until I was up? I looked around in search of my clothes. But my head felt like it was spinning. So I took calming deep breaths while I urged my mind to remember things! Good heavens; it was blank! “Way to go Faith!” I mumbled as I hurriedly got up, only to be hit by a hard wave of vertigo that sent me to the floor.

He asked. " But you are my senior. " " Riya, stop annoying me. You would call me Parth. Only Parth. " He said. " Only Parth?? That seems a bit strange. " " What is strange in that? " " Only Parth is a strange name. Don't you think, it would sound strange? Imagine people calling you as Dr Only Parth." I said and smiled. " Your jokes are stupid just like you. " He said and somehow I was not scared at the moment. I don't know why, but was sure, I was absolutely safe now. I just smiled.

He was a fool. The song changed to something slow, and my dance partner turned me around. My vision was a little blurry as he tried to stabilize me. He placed my hand on his shoulder, and the other went around my waist to pull me flush against him. “Looks like you had a bad day,” he commented. “What do you know?” I replied. “Scummy. Scum bag. All you men are the same. Cheating, lying—” His laughter ended my rant. I sighed. If there was anything I had learned about this stranger, it was his ability to laugh for no reason.