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Vivienne's POV I held my breath as Julian took a loaf of bread from the shelf. It was still intact but already hard. Very hard. It had passed its expiration date two days ago. I lowered my head, embarrassed, because there was no explanation I could give that would sound reasonable. Then he noticed a glass of warm water on the dining table, now completely cold. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. But at that moment, even small things like that made me realize how poorly I had been taking care of myself.

Originally, I only stayed for Timmy; not to fit into their circle. The money I had might not mean much to them, but given my minimal materialistic desires and spending habits, I probably could never finish it. Now, I could fulfill my dream of opening a bookstore. Before leaving for the South, I called James. He answered just as the phone was about to automatically disconnect after the last ring. "Do you know your mistake now?" Before I could speak, he continued, "You went a bit too far this time. As punishment, you can't see Timmy for three months."

The ladies went quiet, and peace returned to the table. Clyde kept glancing at his wristwatch. They were thirty minutes late. What the hell was keeping them? “Ah, who are these people?” Someone exclaimed. And then more gasps spread across the table, prompting Clyde to glance up. His jaw dropped and his phone almost slid off his hands. What the hell were they wearing!?

There was nothing but the yellow glow of a streetlamp reflecting in a puddle. "Meilin?" he whispered. The city didn't answer. The high-end boutiques of Bond Street were dark, their mannequins draped in silks that would never be worn. The Bentley parked at the curb was a masterpiece of engineering with no engine, a hollow shell of status. Leo was the Last Resident of the Thorne Archive. The Anatomy of the Final Loneliness

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Hi guys! I want to apologize for the delay in updating my book A Second Chance. Something came up with it and I won't be able to update it for a while. I'm very sorry for this inconvenience but I promise to let you all know when I'll start updating it regularly again. Thanks for your understanding and please no hate comments. Thanks. P.S: This has never happened before and it is rather unfortunate that it had to happen. If you have not read my other stories, please check them out and don't forget to vote and comment. Love you guys!

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