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“Oh, I like him.” He crushed a sprig of rosemary between his palms, releasing a green, sharp scent that cut through the sweetness of the alcohol. He dropped it in, then followed with a splash of citrus, bright and alive. “See,” he said, leaning closer to Addison as he stirred, spoon circling with a soft metallic whisper, “forgetting isn’t about erasing. It’s about replacing it.” “With what?” Addison asked, eyes tracking his hands. His gaze held hers with a flirty gaze, “better memories.”

I exclaimed, "it's seven. Has The Fortress opened already?" She nodded. "They just opened a few minutes ago." "Then I should drop by on my way home," I decided, rising from my chair and collecting my belongings, neatly tucking them into my purse before shutting down the computer. "Don't give them a warning," I warned with a playful finger pointed at her. "I'm sworn to your secrecy," she teased, putting a finger to her lips. Scoffing jokingly, I walked toward her. "Funny how you said the same thing last time. I just can't find loyalty around here, can I? First Mr Job—"

“Is it the nerves or the dress?” My nails dig into his black suit and I try to force down more floral coated air. The yard stretches out before us, decorated in wild flowers, vines and lush greenery, the shaded walk way covered in rose petals path draped unraveling under my feet. My train catches, sweeping across the floors and soft ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ fill the air as we close in on last row of white Chiavari seats.“Both?” “If it makes you feel any better, I was too.”

“Don’t worry it’s just between you and me, remember we only have each other, you are my family I am your family.” Dolly made a cute adorable whine to show her appreciation and happiness. Cherry then placed dolly on the floor to grab her phone, scrolling through her music playlist she hit her favorite soundtrack 'radioactive' by imagine dragons. °Laying out to action dust, I wipe my brows and sweat my rust... Breathing in the chemical…° She inhaled, awfully following the rhythm of the song while murdering it with her weird dancing. If there was a jail term for people who ruin musicians songs Cherry will be persecuted number one

Cherry whispered. "For what?" Ixora asked, her voice trembling. Cherry shrugged against her, "For everything. For always putting up with me. Even I know that I can be a pain in the ass...sometimes." "All the time," Ixora argued . Cherry shook her head. "I'll only admit to sometimes," she said, inhaling deeply. "You do smell like Mama, Ix." Ixora remained silent, understanding the unspoken sentiment. Cherry missed their mother deeply, perhaps more than she did.

The cherry bobbed innocently on the surface, bright red against the pale pink liquid like a tiny beacon. "Cheers," Deborah said with a smile as she accepted the drink with the cherry on top from Deborah and took a sip from it. The liquid was cool and refreshing against her dry throat, with a fruity sweetness that masked any other flavors underneath. She could feel the cold beverage sliding down her throat, bringing relief to the parched feeling that had been bothering her all evening.

Cherry raised her brows and said smugly, "It's a good thing I got rid of that ungrateful idiot Samuel. Otherwise, how would I ever have a boyfriend as good as Neil? I'm going to win today's championship and dedicate it to him!" Watching their picture-perfect scene, I curled my lips into a cold smile before looking away. Cherry should go ahead and laugh while she still could. This high wouldn't last, and the crash would be ugly.

Cherry spoke up quite factually and I now understood, she was protective over everyone because of Olivia’s heartbreak. “But don’t worry too much, it’s glaring you are just the flavor of the week.” Cherry looked down and Gabby made a wincing noise which made Cherry’s words more harsh. I cleared my throat and asked, “So what color are we getting on? I was thinking pink or purple.” Trying to easen up the tension but Ashley kept staring at Cherry meanly.

You could have taken a picture and it always would have come out clear. I made fruit trees. I decided to make this one cherry. As the fruit ripened as big as apples on the branches, I remember Cherry from the bar. I remembered everyone. They were weakened because of me. Kezia was going to die. Everything back there was going down all because of me.

“For his sake, move on or staying with him will only be unbearable for you.” “Here’s to our miserable life.” Cherry said as she dropped a bottle of beer in front of me. I picked up the bottle before we gently hit the tops of our bottle then drank down.