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Seeing that my expression was a little unpleasant, Michael immediately raised his hands in surrender and moved on from that subject. "I'll stop. Forgive me for saying something silly." I was a little surprised. Joshua would never apologize to me. He always behaved as though he were above me and could do no wrong, but Michael seemed different. Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead."

Bri C'est le matin, je me réveille dans mon lit. Les événements de la veille refont surface. Ce qui s'est passé avec Marco,et le message de ma mère. Je suis quelqu'un de très joyeux. Je n'aime pas la tristesse. D'ailleurs je ne reste pas triste très longtemps. Je mets de la bonne musique et commence par faire quelques exercices physiques principalement les mouvements fessiers. Mon physique est ma priorité. Aussi bien sur moi que les hommes que je côtoie. Le physique c'est ce qui m'attire en premier.

bitchy. "I forgot to bring my wallet," said Alan. "Tu, kebo, ask to pay him," said Juna. "Who did you say kebo?" Gibraltar Snapped. "I?" he asked self-appointed. "Yes," Juna chilled. "You thousand-faced ketos," said Gibral. "Can place yourself, wow," said Alan. "Clever," said Juna. "I'll go first," he said goodbye. Juna walked away while her two friends were still busy playing worm games. Juna accelerated his pace, he felt very sorry for Aiys. Arriving at the park, Juna immediately widened her eyes. Looking for a person who makes his heart always feel uncomfortable ..

“I fucking love it. Touch me everywhere. Bite me. Bruise me. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to remember everything.” Fuck

I don’t want to think. I just… exist. And then, without lifting my head, I mumble— “Fuck you, Joel.” He chuckles, his voice deep in my ear. “Fuck me.”

How does this person know what's going on in my head? "Why are you doing this to me?" "I told you; I don't like you. My Daddy told me I can fuck off anyone I don't like."

A really pretty girl, might I add. Suddenly feeling bitter, I spit out. “Ex boyfriend you mean, I’m so done with him” To really punctuate my ‘I couldn’t care less’ attitude, I smile brightly and flip my hair as I turn back to my evil ex and his ugly date. Yes I’m petty and insulting her because I’m jealous, sue me.

“Are you jealous?” I clicked my tongue in irritation. “I just don’t like incompetent service,” I deadpanned flatly, without a shred of concern for how harsh my words or tone might have sounded

[ the child hiding behind the walls inside the house , gazing and hearing … ] Dear father , I am your child Rickz and always be yours, but I have to leave, please dad don’t search for me .. I don’t have a place here I simply cannot accept and hear your insult …please tell mama that her child will be safe , I’ll be calling you and be in touch .. from now on my education , my expenditure will be all on me .. I’ll learn to handle it .. just don’t stress , once I am settled I shall call you about my where abouts ..

Tu ne fait pas quoi ? Peace : ( en colère) Je ne t'aime pas... C'est difficile à comprendre.... ????? John: Très très même.... Tu ne peux savoir ce que cette parole peut faire.... Peace je t'aime de tout mon être.... Peace : Haï... Qu'est-ce que tu ne comprend pas.. C'est le Je, le ne le t' ou encore le aime pas la que tu ne comprend pas ? John: Peace.... Un peu de compassion s'il te plait..... J'imagine qu'il doit avoir quelqu'un derrière tout ceci n'est-ce pas ?''