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At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

"See how unjust you are? You can still hear my thoughts, but you're trying to close yours?" Amara squashed both of my arms. The smell of a human came even closer. When I was about to say something again, Chandra went out. "Terrence! Amara! You peasants!" she shouted. I can't let this slide. Grabbing the opportunity to know where that smell is coming from, I forcibly took Amara's hand that I'd bitten, and smelled it. My eye color changed. The desire to eat him intensify, so I drooled and gritted. Chandra pulled Amara away.

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

“This is ridiculous,” I grumbled under my breath, shoving a handful of Cheese and Green Onion Jumping Jack popcorn in my mouth. I focused my eyes on the laptop screen sitting at the foot of the bed, the Goblin series playing. I can feel Indra’s eyes on me and it’s starting to irritate me. “You’re being ridiculous,” I turned to her, throwing popcorn at her. “Hey! Don’t hate me,” she said picking it up from the bed covers and shoving it in her mouth as well. “It’s your man that’s cheating, not me,”

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I am delivering documents to my fiance, Caleb Greene, when I see his personal assistant, Yelena Langdon, sit in his lap. "Mr. Greene, the seatbelt's broken and dug into my chest so hard that it really hurts now. Could you help me take a look?" Caleb, who claims to have a phobia of women, lets out a low chuckle and strokes her waist. "Is that so? Then I should take a closer look to see where you're hurt." The two get tangled together right there in the car, so engrossed in each other that they fail to notice me standing outside even after five minutes have passed. I knock on the car window. After Caleb rolls down the window, his face twists into an expression of shock. "Becca! What are

Everything I wouldn’t usually let her eat. Reg cheered. ‘Pizza party!’ He started up a chant of, ‘Pizza party, pizza party, pizza party!’ to which he shook his paw in the air. It quickly derailed into an out-of-tune version of the Fast Food Song, which he had apparently learnt the entire dance to as well.

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POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

I found the first pumpkin just as the last colors of evening were sinking into the garden. It lay beneath the garden bench—a little orange globe small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. The remnant of its vine curled like a cat’s tail. When I picked it up, I noticed words carved into its skin. A poem, etched with a slender blade. > Though the light is small, > it can still show the way. The carved letters were somewhat angular, but perfectly legible. The grooves were fresh, and when I ran a finger over them, I thought I could still feel the raw dampness of the pumpkin beneath its skin.