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"How did you learn to pull a Muay Thai like that?" "I do kickboxing three times a week," she said. "It's just that it's a big city and I had to learn to protect myself." She got the ice bag from the fridge to help me numb the pain. I winched and I could just sense that my right eye was going to swell and blacken. I was more convinced than ever that the day I met Clarice Kingsley was the worst day of my entire life. Clarice shook her head sadly. "This is the result of a city that's filled with sexual harassments against women!"

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"Magpatulong ka nga kay Mr. Willis diba? O ayaw mong magpatulong kasi...nagpakitang-gilas ka na naman?" "Tss. Bye na nga!" sabi niya at pinatay na yung tawag. Napailing nalang ako. Nagpatuloy ako sa ginagawa ko at nang matapos ako ay humiga ako. Pinikit ko yung mata ko at bigla nalang akong napabangon habang hawak yung dibdib ko. The fudge! Pano napasok yung pagmumukha ni Mr. Willis sa utak ko? Langya naman oh! Kinapa ko yung dibdib ko dahil ang lakas ng tibok nito. Nasobrahan ba ako sa kape?

There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

Wait, why is it that I think I've already heard about them before? Ah, I think White told me about them! Were they really the shady people he mentioned. I mean, they were definitely shady, but Lilac didn't look like she was against them. In fact, the aggressive seemed like a protective parent. Still, even if she's suspicious of me, there was no reason to push me like that. I went back to our room and saw Scarlet singing a song with White. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves. Scratch that, I meant to say Scarlet looked like she was enjoying herself.

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They nodded and left without looking back. Only much later did I hear what became of them. They went to another continent and squandered the money. Soon, they ran out. Jared found work as a casino bouncer, while Hector waited tables at a local bar. At times, he earned extra money by selling his artwork. … My life with Cyrus, however, became the very definition of a happy ending. In the second year of our marriage, I gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Five years later, we held a barbecue in our courtyard. Our children played among the flowers while Cyrus poured me a glass of red wine.

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