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He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal. "Yeah, for a maniac guy who only knows to look at women's big bust and buttocks, I think it's pretty cool on your authentic old ass." He snicked and wear his shirt on. "Thanks a lot for your wonderful comment, I feel so blessed. I'll that as a compliment though." Stamp sarcastically muttered. "Everything nice?" Asked by Tool, their coolest friend, a tattoo artist with a hair of an addict and full of tattoo on his skin. "Yeah, love it." He answered to him and taps his chest.

His eyes narrowed. “This doesn’t look like me,” he said, lifting the paper. “It does.” “Do I look like an angry potato?” When my eyes fell on it, I couldn’t help my laugh either. She’d drawn the direct opposite of him, worse with two horns on his head. Naughty child. The cartoon character that she’d drawn looked nothing like Ronan yet it was impressive. “Yes, bad uncle. You look like an angry potato.” He let out a disbelieving chuckle and returned his attention to his files. “Unbelievable.”

Killian asked. The boy proudly held it up. It was... terrible. Absolutely terrible. Three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one tiny. The tall figure had ridiculously broad shoulders, the medium one had long hair, and the tiny one was holding cookies. Killian smiled. "Is that us?" Aiden nodded. "Yep. And that's Mom, and that's me." Killian pointed at the oversized figure. "And that's..." "You." "Why do I look like a tree?"

Keisha greeted the stranger whose eyes were now on me. “It's not an issue. I hate intentional bullies. Hi, my name is Stefan.” He said with a kind smile that sent butterflies up my belly. “Hello Stefan, I'm Keisha,” my friend said when I took too long to respond, “and my tongue tied friend here is Elara. You have to pardon her. She is going through a Tia crisis so she must have forgotten how to be polite.” Stefan laughed — and oh the sound of his laughter was so sweet to the ear, like the sounds of music.

“Grandma, no. Please don’t.” But she ignored him, flipping through the pages with determination. “Oh, this one,” she said, showing me a picture of a much younger Carter, no older than six or seven. His cheeks were round and pink, and he had that mischievous look in his eye that told you trouble was never far behind. He was standing next to a huge tree with a squirrel perched on his shoulder. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Look at that face. You look like you’re about to start a forest fire.”

He picks it up, flipping it open casually. A small, surprised chuckle escapes him. His eyes land on a crude cartoon drawn in Nina's strong handwriting. It shows a wolf in a suit, clearly meant to be him, with the caption: "Huh, ignorant little girls, you are all attracted by my handsome appearance? Ha ha, you have no idea that I am actually a monster!" Lucien's grin widens as he takes in the exaggerated features she gave him-the wolfish face, the ridiculous pink bow, the overly confident expression. This girl... Her drawings are bold, just like her personality.

I took out my phone and began deleting pictures of Rhys. I swiped through them one by one, each a record of our past. My finger paused on an old photo from seven summers ago. In the picture, Rhys was wearing a white shirt, a bandage wrapped around his arm, forcing a smile for the camera. I remembered that day. The Torrino family had ambushed our deal at the docks. During the shootout, a stray bullet ricocheted toward me. Rhys had thrown himself in front of me without a second's hesitation, taking a bullet to the arm for me.

It was like someone had loosened a knot that I did not know was there. By the next week the messages stretched longer. She started sending memes that was about anxiety brain fog. A cartoon character that was staring blankly at the wall with the caption “when your thoughts are buffering.” I laughed out loud in my kitchen. The sound made even me surprised. I replied with a crying laughing emoji and then I added. “Too real.”

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

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