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Mike tried to persuade. "Does Mommy want Daddy to buy a chocolate factory? That would be great!" Mika, who had just arrived in the living room, interrupted. She seemed to be munching on something. An opened chocolate box was in her hand. Fay saw Mika and recognized the chocolate box. "Hey, where did you get that box of chocolates?" Fay swallowed. Did Cade Goldwin give it to Mika? She wanted to. The chocolates looked expensive. Mike had signaled Mika to keep her mouth shut, but the little girl didn't understand. There was nothing wrong with the box of chocolates in her hand anyway.

"Is Rose your childhood friend?" I shook my head. "We met in high school." Mike nodded and we continued to talk about random things as we ate our dinner. I was surprised to know that Mike's favorite show was Stranger Things. I didn't expect it at all. And we even talked about our favorite cartoons. We both liked Tom and Jerry. He said he liked Richie Rich also. At the end of the dinner, he ordered chocolate ice-cream as he was craving it. Later, he dropped me off at my apartment even though I told him that I could go myself. I invited him inside but he left, promising that he would next time.

I almost forgot that Nick had come back as I watched him desperately trying to evade the queen bees to get to me, lunch trays in hand. “Hey!” he said plopping down beside me, his back to the window. “Here’s your favorite, cheese and black pepper sandwiches and apple juice. Your big secret’s still safe so it’s my treat.” he said, handing my tray over and then unwrapping the double-decker chicken cheese burger on his tray. He took a huge bite out of it and slurped down nearly half of his coke. “Eww! Pig!” I said in disgust as he licked his lips clean of any extra mayo.

he rolled his eyes. “You’re right. I had a momentary lapse of judgment when I thought you were more than you are, but you weren’t clearly.” “Oh, Yeah? What does that mean?” “I’m Mike Chadway. I like girls in Jell-O. I like to f*ck like a monkey. Don’t fall in love, it’s scary.” I said dramatically. “Yeah, it’s scary. It’s terrifying especially when I am in love with a psycho like you.” “I am not a psycho.” I squealed.

He half expected a tunnel behind it. "Vault like all special place. Have to know secret." Tink squatted next to the freezer, pulling out a piece of chalk. Mike watched her draw a large rectangle on the concrete wall, complete with a doorknob. Tossing the chalk back beneath the freezer, Tink knocked three times, waited, then knocked twice.

"Hi, everyone! I'm Logan, and today I have a very special guest with me, Mr. Whitlock! He's going to be reviewing rat poison live on stream!" The mention of reviewing rat poison sent the live stream's popularity through the roof. Looking at the ten cups of rat poison in front of me, I instinctively shot a glance at Brielle. She looked away uneasily, as if giving implicit consent to everything that was going on. "Now, Mr. Whitlock is about to start the review! Everyone, hit that 'like' button to cheer him on!" At Logan's urging, the live stream shot straight to the top of the charts.

Charlie saw her zero in on the drink table like a missile. Two giant plastic punch bowls, several unlabeled bottles, melted ice, and at least three cups abandoned upside down like corpses on the party table. Someone had dropped gummy worms in one of the bowls. Sky reached for the ladle. Charlie moved faster. He caught her wrist just as she tipped it toward a cup. She spun around, eyes blazing. “Seriously?” He stared pointedly at the glowing blue punch. “Do you know what’s in that?”

Teacher Mike nodded along, impressed by Theo's creativity and imagination. Together, Theo and Teacher Mike dove into a world of make-believe and fun, letting their imaginations run wild as they embarked on exciting quests and challenges. From exploring a make-believe jungle to building a spaceship out of cardboard boxes, the possibilities were endless in their playful universe. Hazel watched from the sidelines, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she witnessed the bond between Theo and Teacher Mike grow stronger through shared moments of joy and laughter. She knew that these playful interactions were just as important as the structured lessons in Theo's development.

How the hell did James manage that? Michael unrolls the slip of paper. "Who is Santa's favourite rock-star?" "I don't know," says James, in a voice as dry as a desert. "Who is Santa's favourite rock-star?" Michael flourishes his hand. "Elf-ish Presley!" The required groan ripples around the table. I turn to Charlotte. "Will you pull a cracker with me?" She flushes almost as deeply as Elizabeth, but now there is a sparkle in her eye. "I'd love to, Richard."