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"I don't wanna go back inside. How about going somewhere else? I see there's a pharmacy and a convenience store nearby. There might be ointments and plasters there." Matthew stood up. But he took off both shoes. With only socks on, he walked over here. He placed them in front of my feet. Then he squatted down again, putting the shoes on my feet. He took the one remaining heel and threw them both in the trash. "Why did you throw them away?" I asked in surprise. "They're from Charles, isn't it? I guess it was bought with Charles' money. I just wanted to throw them away. I want to slowly let go of your attachment. Starting from the simplest thing, which is throwing away the things he gave you."

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Please fly home. Me- You ask me to trust you. You ask me to wait for you, to have faith in you. I need that from you now. I need you to trust me, wait for me, have faith in me. please. Stone- Justin is with you? Me- Yes and like I said, we have a plan. Stone- Change my name in your phone, delete all our old texts. Call me Psycho Airport Guy. I’ll text some crazy shit to show we met at Atlanta. You text me every day, then delete what you sent, and I’ll reply with some crazy shit.

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the man replied, turning the pages of his book. Clare's mouth opened, and she stared at Enzo in disbelief. "You expect me to believe what you say so that I run away because I'm scared?" Clare snorted. She had never heard such silliness before! "I'm not asking you to believe me, you're asking, and I'm just answering," Enzo chimed in as Clare closed the book. Clare's face looked nervous, but she still felt curious about the man, but she also realized this was not the time to be confused.

“evidence suggests you do.” That did it. I threw the book onto a chair. "Fine. I'll read your stupid rulebook. But I need to find my shoe." I turned and stomped out, the irony of my one-shoed stomp not exactly lost on me. I almost hit my elbow at the doorframe as I stomped into my room. I found the traitorous show hiding under the bed. I didn't know what else to do, I stare at the matching diamond earrings and my hands shook as I tried to put them on.

signs, then I activated stick face mode and entered all the establishments that I saw open; I left a resume where I entered, even where they told me they weren't hiring, I insisted and left a resume anyway; thank God I decided to come with sneakers, my feet were sore from walking from store to store already; but I was determined not to go home without at least one scheduled interview. I went into all kinds of establishments, with no meaning, but one place in particular, I went in and fell madly in love, dreaming of working there, ah, the bookstore... I left a resume there, even though the attendant wasn't very nice to me, maybe feeling threatened, but I didn't care, I stayed there for a few