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I said and sat next to her on the Dinner table. " How's Red ? I asked. " He's asleep ..., Guy goes to bed early " she said and I rubbed my forehead tiredly . " I need to go job hunting Anna ..." I said and she smiled . " No need ,a friend of mine has a job offering at their company for the spot of a personal assistant for their Boss , you can check it out girl the pay is good " she said and I immediately became interested . " I'd definitely check out tommorow ,what's the name of the company ? What sought of company is it ? I asked and she began explaining .

Unlike the hushed, museum-like lobby, this place buzzed with the clicking of keyboards, the whirring of high-end printers, and the frantic chatter of people who looked like they hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. ​"You must be the new girl. Martin, right?" ​A woman with sharp, bobbed hair and a tablet tucked under her arm stopped in front of me. She didn't wait for an answer. "I’m Monica, the Senior Content Producer. You’re late for the briefing. Follow me." ​I scrambled to keep up with her. She walked with a terrifying speed that reminded me of the helicopters.

Anna: why have enemies if I have friends that at my most vulnerable turn their backs, let alone my boyfriend. Wifey: we love you too drama queen. Me: If you grace us with your forgiveness, I will let you be the first to ride in my new car, Anna. Wifey: finally Anna: why didn't you tell me about it, when did you get it? Me: it will be here today...talk later I just got home, Love you *.* " I'm home? " I yelled " Here" I followed mom's voice that was coming from the kitchen.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

she asks offering her hand for me to shake “You are correct” I say shaking her hand and frowning a little at Leanna who tries to step closer to inspect the woman in front of me. “I’m Nova, I am brand new and I have to register and I wont lie, I’ve been a little sheltered until now, so this is a lot!” I offer a small laugh in an attempt to hide that I may have just overshared with a stranger. But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable.

I just happened to be that person. I wasted no time heading to Walmart to pick up the necessary items needed for a young girl’s first period. I also got the items to make my famous baked s’mores. They always picked me up when my period came on, so I hoped it would do the same for Kala. I bought her a few balloons, a heating pad, and a few other snacks before making my way to the checkout. Just as I was loading my items on the conveyer belt, my phone vibrated in my hand.

No curves, no nothing. I’m standing outside the tall building on my medium-height heels, black pants, and a white shirt with thin vertical stripes. My hair is loose on my back and my make-up is minimal, just my eyes have a little color in them, nude lips, and simple jewelry. I’m just chatting with Margot Pope, a friendly chat, and that’s it. A chat about me guarding a house while the owner is not home. At least that was what it said online about the whole deal.

Moments where the intensity of feeling—both physical and emotional—threatened to break my carefully constructed equilibrium. Eli was patient through all of it. By the end of the two weeks, we were moving into the new apartment. Our space. Not his. Ours. The moving day was mundane in a way that contrasted sharply with the emotional intensity of everything else. Boxes. Furniture arrangement. Decisions about where to put things. Compromise about decorating. It was beautiful in its ordinariness. "This is real now," Eli said that evening, looking around the apartment that was half his aesthetic and half mine, now merged into something new

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