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But I click my teeth, promising myself to remain focused, keeping the conversation, strictly professional. "Well, our driver's corpse is currently at the forensics department and we are waiting for the autopsy results to prove what already know, which is the fact that the anonymous captor had shot him with a gun. And about the gun, my wife told me that the gun had this cross sign with the inscription, "hades" on it. It was a pistol that was used by the way but that was all she said." I answered, choosing to hide all of the extra information as to how my wife once used to be a slave.

Edison A quote for a day Have a nice day all of you Stay safe stay happy Keep smiling Bye till next time

Playlist for this chapter; South Of The Border - Ed Sheeran ft Camilla Cabello & Cardi B, To Be Human - Sia ft Labrinth. (Favourite KAJ quotes) Always expect nothing or the worst from people so you wouldn't be in a shocked state when you get disappointed at anytime.

Fake-deep quotes about loyalty from rappers he doesn’t even listen to. Oh, and the captions? “Hustle. Loyalty. Respect.” Bro, you’re not a wrestler. You’re a nepotistic baby with a trust fund and protein farts. I dove into the comments. Verified models. Blue checkmarks. Lots of “🔥🔥🔥” and “you up?” from accounts that screamed escort or clout leech. Next stop: T*****r. Even worse. He reposted a tweet about AI replacing humans with the caption “Scary but kinda dope ngl.”

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

89 : "Im Sorry" I'm Sorry 89 T A T E I stare at the photo that Gage took on his I*******m. It was a photo of me in black and white, facing my back to him while I was on the jabecausezi. He just posted it three days ago and a lot of hate are already typed on it. Hate on me. But the caption that Gage typed still makes me strong despite the hatred I've been getting lately. He quote: "The view is pretty, but she's prettier."

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

I just edited the caption she made. “Don’t live your life pretending to be someone else. Let it be full of being you every day. It’ll be worth it.” caption: @cy_zyah “Dale, why did you tag me?!” She asked, anxious. “You made that quote,” I replied. That’s also a fact. “Edit that again.” She glared at me. “I won’t.” “Fine. Then, I’ll fix it.” “Don’t you dare, woman,” I warned her.

That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices. "1.000!" a voice said, i couldn't really see the person from the stage. The whole thing is just sickening. "We got 1.000-" "1.300!" "We got-" "3.000" "4.500!" "7.000!" "10.000!" "30.000!" "60.000!" "Oh, we got 60.000!" "90.000!" "Going once! Going twice! So-" before he could finish what he was saying, a guy walked up to the M.C and whispered something to him.

Her eyes gleamed with a toxic, triumphant malice as she ensured the microphones were close enough to capture every single word. "Oh, look, everyone," Quinn sneered loudly, her voice echoing across the immediate radius of the ballroom as the cameras flashed in a blinding frenzy. "It seems Chris of Hampton Capital Holdings has found himself a new mascot tonight. Stanley, isn't it just precious how your little charity ward is playing the mystery date for your biggest rival? I suppose some girls will do absolutely anything for a taste of Manhattan luxury." The reporters instantly exploded into a feral pack, shouting aggressive questions over one another as their lenses blinded us.