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During my wedding, someone suggests that we play the game "one dollar and 50 cents". The host will call out an amount that the players will have to match by forming groups. I draw the 50-cent straw, and so does my best friend, Rebecca Cross, who is also the group favorite. My fiance, Ian Chilton, his childhood friend, Richard Price, his older sister, Anne Chilton, and my stepsister, Chelsea Whitmore, all draw one-dollar straws. For the first round, we need to make up a total of 1.50 dollars. I make a beeline toward Ian, but he gazes distractedly at Rebecca. It isn't until he is assured that she won't be eliminated that he finally loosens his painfully tight grip on my hand. Before I c

Hey this is the weird stalker girl from the restaurant. Hey I couldn't get you out of my dreams and now I have a lady boner the size of the Marianna Trench for you. Like how the actual hell do I even have friends at this point? I can't even write a hey. "Miss Callum?" A voice asked me from my doorway. "Hey Jay. What can I help you with today?" I looked up and grin as I see my favorite nephew walking in to my classroom. My question was ignored when he answered me.

He just stood there, quietly listening, trying to understand what I was saying. "Do you know how painful it is to hope? That maybe, just maybe, you’d choose me? I hoped you’d forget her because you said you would, right? You said you didn’t want her anymore! You said you were moving on! But I was wrong. One little lie from her, and you believed her right away! Do you know how painful that was for me? I wanted to tell you she was lying, but whenever I saw you happy, I felt guilty! Like I was being stabbed in the chest!"

I demanded in a low voice so no one could hear. “Woah, aren’t you happy to see me? That idiot hold you so tight that there’ll be marks for a while.” “Are you kidding me? Do you at least suppose what this may cause?” I whisper-yelled at him. “Yeah. Some ugly bruises.” “Stop it!” “Huh? But I missed you.” He pouted. My jaw dropped a little. Was I talking to a few hundred years old child? “Tell me now what you want and leave!”

My name is Noah Mendes, and I’m eighteen years old. After graduating high school, my parents divorced. I didn’t have the motivation to go to college, so I took a job at a factory, working on assembly lines. At least, before they split, they left me a three-bedroom apartment, so I wasn’t out on the streets. One day, after a long shift at work, my classmate Liam Knowles called me. His mom and dad had a fight and were talking about divorce. He asked me to persuade her.

Before Conrad tried to kill me, he had said a lot of things. But it had been hurting so much that I couldn't remember everything clearly. The one thing that stuck with me was, "If it weren't for you, if it weren't for the Harmons, Kelly and I could've been together forever!" Well, the Harmons and I weren't in his way in this life. I'd love to see how he and Kelly would grow old together. In the teahouse, the air was thick with the fragrance of tea.

Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?” With another soundless breath of air, I changed the tone of my voice to mimic a different person, saying, “you always do this, brother! You let yourself think everything will be fine if only you can make it to a certain place or do a certain thing, but life is never that simple! You go into those woods and you won’t come back out again! The legends-” I cut myself off, changing my voice back to the previous one, my tone annoyed as I say, “I’m aware. I know the song as well as you do.”

He didn't quite have enough cash on hand to buy something that would cost him over 500 million dollars. "Annie, I've already bought so many treasures for you today. Let's just forget about this one…" "No! I must have it!" Anna insisted angrily. "Have you forgotten? You said when you were little, you dreamed that I became a mermaid and saved you from the ocean. Let's make the Pearl of the Merpeople the symbol of our love, okay?" The auctioneer's voice rang out once more, "500 million going once. 500 million going twice…"

I dance with the moonlight under the stars, they sing me a lullaby cause you never did. You whispered me words of poetry, coloured me in pain, and made promises you never kept. You drew me in and then threw me out, but you keep looking back. I ask you what you want, but you can never say. So, I ask you to tell me a story and you sing me a Lullaby-y-y, one where fairytales of true love make me want to dream."

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