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On August, week before senior year. The book was published. "The Switch: A Story of Identity, Manipulation, and Freedom" By Aria and Sage Chen. Small press, limited run. But it was ours. Our story, our words, our ending. We did one interview on local newspaper. "What do you want readers to take away?" the journalist asked. Sage answered: "That you can survive manipulation. That you can rebuild." I added: "That second chances are real. If you choose them." "What about Victoria Ashford? Have you heard from her since publication?"

he says playfully to which Sophy agrees, the kids run to the outside to play with the rest of the pups of the pack house. Walking to my favorite place Sophy speaks, “I’m sure you haven’t gotten the time to talk bout the drama in Loving my Luna but I need to explode the juices, so,” she starts to explain from the very first episode of the tv drama novel that she is clearly obsessed with, and during I had to hold my annoying agony at hearing her talk so lovingly at the program, it’s a tv show that really does nothing but kill your imagination, gives fake news of how love is, books do the same but they are truly inspiring, intelectual even.

Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

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During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent. Unable to release it in bed, he chose another way—violence. He was addicted to it, and he enjoyed hurting people. At first, he would find excuses to argue before hitting. Later, even a glance could set him off. Sometimes it was a cup. Sometimes a chair. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm. The first thing she said shocked me. “Emma, you were reborn too, weren’t you?”

I said while pulling it "ow stop that hurts, it won't let me let go" "you're such an asshole just let it go so we can go our seperate ways" I said while pulling the rod again "stop that hurts, I think it cut me" she tried to pull her hand away only for her to yank my arm her way "ouch stop my hand is stuck" I felt a slight prick on my finger "ow I think there's a nail on it" "I told you.. woah" we both looked down at the rod as it started to glow a bright blue color "what the fuck"