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She had one more try that she didn't want to miss and hoped that she would hear a different beep than the error beep. She was getting discouraged and wondered if the bank had discovered the safe and cracked it. However, she took heart in the fact that she was going to receive a sum of money worth all this effort... She took a deep breath and chose a random code... It was her birthday... She took another deep breath and prayed to all the gods in her head... She wanted to go home and have no more worries... She had no other way out now... She couldn't count on Tamie. She had knocked out one of her clients... She was trembling because she knew that this man was going to take revenge...

I inquired of Ace. "I don't know, but my room is a bit messy," Ace answered my question and sat beside me. "What are your plans? Do you want us to have sex, or do you want us to talk?" Ace asked, and I was curious about what we would do. "I'm not sure, but do you have a board game, like monopoly, chess, or snake ladder?" I inquired of Ace "There you have it; it's a little dusty, but the monopoly board game is in good condition, and it's a limited edition. Here and now edition," Ace stated. And it was a limited edition, a one-of-a-kind board game.

“You don’t hate your life. You’re scared shitless and that’s different. But we’ll figure it out. You, me, and these stupid sticks. First step: hide them before your mom wakes up and starts planning a baby shower. Second step: you eat something because you look like you’re about to puke again. Third step… we make a list. Who first. How to get them alone. What excuses we use.” I picked up the third test… the one with the wishy-washy line… and waved it at her like a tiny white flag. “Look at this little bastard. Couldn’t even commit. Two solid yeses and one ‘maybe I’ll ruin your life, maybe not.’ Classic. Just like the guys who made it.”

"Yeah. Hockey. Skates. Puck. Ice. You know what it is?" She did not appreciate my tone. "Hockey is full. Try something else." "Full? It's the first day." "Try something else." I could feel eyes on me. More snickering from the line behind me. "Fine," I said. "What's available?" "Swimming. Wrestling. Volleyball. Dodgeball." "I can't do any of those…" "Then don't get credit." She looked past me, cutting me off. "Next." I stood there for a second with my fists clenched, ready to say something I'd regret. Then I saw the board behind her. The list of team captains. Student names, printed in neat black letters.

"Now, what should I do?" An impressive idea popped into my head. "I guess I should prepare a bucket list of things I haven't tried out yet since I'm going to be jobless for the next two weeks" Taking out a piece of pen and paper, I list out a number of things I had never done before and always wanted to try out. "Wow" I gasped, amazed at I scrolled through the list when I was done outling it. "60 things. Would two weeks be able to cover all these?"

When I said no stories, no second times, no whatever it was I said while under the influence of cosmos, I meant it. As long as we never have to see each other again. That’d be fabulous. So basically, Santa Monica needed to expand by another few thousand people. Several thousand would be great. Like, twenty thousand. The chances of this happening are, I know, slim. But a girl can dream. A girl’s gotta dream if she wants to stay sane. A last-minute tour for Dirty J. would be epic. An impromptu concert on Mars would be even more epic. Jesus, what the heck was I thinking? Sleeping with Titus James? Did I have a temporary lapse in sanity last night?

It’s allowed, right? “Stop it right now. You get your ass up and into the shower because I’m questioning the last time you washed your hair. And then we are going out. I spent the last two days ridding my house of everything that doesn’t spark joy, and Lord help me, we both need a night out.” “What were you left with?” “My vibrator and my electric wine opener.” “Way to minimalize.” “I might have kept my old Buffy the Vampire Slayer DVDs too. And a few of the kids’ favorite toys. I’m going to snap before we get this house ready to go up for sale.”

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I ask. "Not really. Why?". He archs a brow. "Well, Joni's birthday is coming up and I want to surprise her with a trip to France." I reply. "It's on her bucket list." "Isn't a bucket list for someone who's going to die and wants to do everything he or she's never done before?". "I had a bucket list and I wasn't dying." I shrug. "Let's just call it a list of never have I ever."