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She stared down at the tray of muffins before she flashed Mel a knowing smile. "So, we're doing blueberries today, huh?" Jojo asked with a smirk, and Mel blushed before she turned away. "Yes, we are. And do put this place in order, please. He is ten minutes away from..." Her phone began to vibrate in the back pocket of her black denim shorts. She slipped her hands into the pocket and drew out her phone. She smiled when she saw Shawn's name displayed on her screen. Jojo continued to smile at her, but she paid her best friend no mind.

We both knew I was the one who asked to mate with him in the first place. A moment later, I heard the professor’s voice from inside. “Remember those letters we wrote to our future selves back in college? Let’s open them up and see how our dreams have held up.” The group buzzed with excitement as the professor brought out a box, and everyone pulled a letter. Lucien’s hands landed on one, and he opened it. His expression shifted the moment he saw the handwriting. It was mine.

He was editing, it didn’t matter I just wanted to see them born. I was out on the living room floor, surrounded by a blue color on the carpet. Joe had his hands inside me. Maria was on my other side, her hand's blue. I saw little hands and feet moving around as Joe pulled a baby out of something covered in blue velvet. Its little voice shrilled loudly as he handed it to Maria. “It’s a boy!” he exclaimed triumphantly. Maria was crying wetting the baby with her tears. I leaned down—well Ash leaned down and kissed my blue lips, he was crying. I looked pale, and dead. Then Joe reached in again and pulled another baby out. It was smaller than the one before, with its little fist in its mouth. Joe

However, the risk of discovery got higher every time he did a pickup. Joe came up on the old steel walled warehouse. He saw a hauling truck on the dock that he’d never seen before. It was painted purple with the Hertz Juice logo on the side. Shit, they really are taking precautions, Joe thought and parked his car. He quickly got out of his old gray Pontiac and walked to the building. He wanted to do this as quickly as possible and get out of there. With any luck, he’d be back in town by ten. Joe tucked his brown hair behind his ears as he walked. I need to get a cut soon.

asked Claire. "Very confident. Calm down, Claire. We'll find it," said Leon. They searched again for a moment, and Claire felt sweat start to pour down her real body. It must be hot enough out there. Or maybe the equipment they were wearing had turned hot. "There!" exclaimed Leon suddenly. He pointed to Claire's right. From afar, Claire could see something bluish glow. The blue color looks faint because their surroundings are green. "I just realized that blue is a bad color choice," Leon said with a soft snort. Claire laughed as she shook her head.

“I have the evidence now. The hard drive, the videos, everything. It’s pure horror, Blue. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to destroy it because… when I finally get back to my real body, Chloe needs to pay for her crimes. I want you to keep it safe for me. Nobody will ever trace it back to you. That’s why I’m giving it to you.” Blue stared at me for a long second, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll keep it.” I reached into my bag, slipped her the hard drive under the table, and warned her, “Just know it’s really scary. There’s blood, cutting… I know you don’t like seeing stuff like that. I’m warning you beforehand.” Blue shrugged. “It’s okay. I can handle anything. There’s no video that c

He forced the thought away. “Here we go,” Chad said. Everyone leaned closer to the screen. The video showed the quiet cul-de-sac under the glow of the streetlight. Empty. Still. A timestamp blinked in the corner. 1:47 A.M. Joe adjusted the brightness. “Nothing yet.” The officer nodded. “Keep going.” Chad fast-forwarded. 1:58 A.M. Still nothing. Josh felt a strange sense of relief creeping into his chest. Maybe whoever it was had avoided the cameras. Maybe…

go to play. With my phone positioned before me, I can see his every move. He grows intense as he watches me play with myself. He attempts to touch him. DO NOT EVEN TRY THAT! I mouth at him via the camera facing me. He stops. He watches me intensely. Jaws clacking. Fists folded. Chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. "Babe, what do you think about wearing my blue shirt to work?" Joe's voice calls from the bathroom. I swallow a lump of orgasmic moans threatening to burst out of me at any moment.

I was indeed a fool. Chloe waited for a long time outside and really thought that Joseph was not in the study. When she was about to go back to her room, the door opened. Joseph was wearing dark blue home clothing. A tinge of blue could be seen under his deep-set and bewitching eyes. There was chill and distance in them.

She’d made it back just in time to sneak in for breakfast. "You got along with Vincent quite well at lunch yesterday," When Marian spoke, Blue found that it was best to listen to each word carefully. Blue could lie only so long as she wasn't lying about lying; if she said one misplaced 'what' or 'pardon' that prompted Marian to ask the child what she was hiding, she would be instantaneously in a world of trouble. The listening carefully, of course, wasn't as much of an issue when the word 'Vincent' was thrown into the sentence. In fact, anything that sounded even remotely like the word would catch Blue's attention from a mile away.