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"Ambrose, is this your boy? Why is he covered in wounds?" Ambrose faltered, his face flushed with embarrassment. "It's just a fall, sir," I said, standing tall under Jordan's piercing stare. His eyes traced the bruises on my neck and trembling legs, his brow furrowing. He stood up, clearing his throat. "Ambrose, this boy is resilient. Send him to me. My unit needs a service soldier, and he is suitable." The room fell silent. Ambrose's face twisted with discomfort. "General, that's hardly appropriate."

If you just get that box with your cutting utensils. I'm not cutting again. 'Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut...' I'm not cutting. 'Of course not, you're you're coward!' I don't wanna live anymore.

She chose a video and said, “Riley saved me.” She stood at the edge of a mat with the crowd in the background. I didn’t recognize the song that played. She was skinny in this video, like a completely different person. No ass, no breasts, no thighs, nothing. Her hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. I still couldn’t believe she cut all her hair off. She stared at the mats and looked scared shitless. I smiles as I watch Riley in the background. She looked pissed as she spoke to a guy standing by some DJ equipment. The crowd started booing.

‘Show you off, tonight I wanna show you off (aye-aye-aye) What you got, a billion could've never bought (aye-aye-aye) We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight I wanna show you all the finer things in life So just forget about the world, we are young tonight I'm coming for ya, I'm coming for ya’ This time it was Beauty and a Beat by Justin Bieber. We danced and danced around the living room. I received a text from my phone. From an unknown number. “I could see you from the CCTV cameras.” -Theon.” Wow, when did he know my number? Why is he texting me when he was just avoiding me?

______________ Killian Like a weirdo, I admired her ass and those legs as they walks up to the band. I have no resistance when it comes to her. But she will, the moment she does what I did. I pull out my phone typing a quick message to my brother. Little J: times up. Get out of my house now. A loud cheer from the crowd got my attention. Beryl stands on top of a table with an empty beer bottle in her hand. The band started playing the Spice Girls' song -- wannabe.

Overborad - Justin Bieber 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Today, Gerald deliberately permits work. Because we want to be alone. Crazy indeed. But, I like to be with him when it's just alone. Because, it's time for me to indulge myself.

Early Wednesday afternoon, Leesa was hanging out in Cali’s room. They had both just gotten back from their classes and were catching each other up on their respective days. Cali had turned on her stereo and Gotye was whining about “being cut off” by somebody that he “used to know.” Leesa liked the song’s catchy beat and especially liked Kimbra’s vocals when she cut in near the end.

He is wrong. “I think the game is livelier and happier if I turn on the radio.” I went to the radio and turned it on. I turned it loud enough to hear it in the whole house. I dance to the tune of paralyzer from Finger eleven. And he’s looking at me, still in pain. I pick the scissors and show it to him. I grabbed his peni* again and rubbed it, and in just a snap, I cut its tip. The blood squirts, and it goes to my face. I wiped it with my hand, and I laughed.

by Justin bieber increasing the volume u gotta go nd get angry at all of my honesty U know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out of time could someone call a refree Cus I just need. One more shots. At forgiveness I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice I was just buying myself time to dry up my blood and I quite did a good job. I paused the music and went out of the house not before giving the gateman a sound warning not to let anyone into the house till am back.

The sound was muted, but his shoulders shook with a silent scream of grief and denial. A part of me, the ghost of the woman who had loved him, felt a distant, almost clinical pang of pity. It was swiftly crushed. I remembered the scent of Sophia's perfume on the stuffed rabbit. The feel of the cold concrete floor. The sound of his laughter as the temperature dropped. "He's seen the medical records from Zurich," Marco stated, his voice confirming what the video so vividly portrayed. "Good." The word tasted like ashes and a bitter kind of victory. "Let him grieve. Let him believe, in his soul, that he killed me. It will make the next part so much more... poignant. It will unhinge him completel