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Letting out an angry growl, Sam plugged in her headphones, turned on some music as loud as she could, and decided to burn off some of her anger by cleaning the house. That afternoon, as Sam cooked some spaghetti for lunch she tried to figure how she could get back to normal. While breaking her routine in New York was fun, she never planned on smashing it to pieces back here in Green River. Sam desperately wanted to get back to the girl she was before New York.

This is about someone finally learning that you don’t get to treat people like they’re disposable. I pull my phone out. Scroll. Stop. Stare at a name for a long moment. This is… probably a bad idea. Which usually means it’s exactly the right one. I open the message thread and type: We need to talk. I delete it. Too vague. Type again: Are you free tomorrow? Delete that too. I don’t want polite. I want honest. I want warning. I finally type: I’m about to blow up the calm with the Ice Gods. Need your brain.

The women were all beautifully dressed, and to be honest, pretty hot looking. Jill and I danced several slow dances and a few fast bump and grind numbers, generally having fun with each other. The music was interrupted and Joan stood on a chair at the end of the room. “I would like to thank everyone for coming. We are going to start our ice breaker game. My husband is going through with a bowl of red chips and white chips. Every man gets a red chip and every woman a white one. Look at your chip and keep it to yourself. Now for the fun part. Guys... Put the chip in your underwear. Ladies, in your bra, if you have one. If not, be creative. The idea is for the next half hour to dance with as ma

look the color of her eyes, it's different than yours"Clarisse said pointing at a picture Valerie took at the beach zooming in I saw the difference her eye color is brown but mine is black it's not really noticable only people that are close to her would know "see now stop panicking". Clarisse said trying to calm me down "and she's good but she's not better than you" I turn to her when I heard those words asking myself are those supposed to be motivational quotes "girl are you kidding me, she's a fucking pro Clarisse a fucking pro, I can't lose I need to be the best because the best gets sponsors and the best get to keep their career, my whole life depends on this if I'm not a perfect I'm li

Eric drove the car into a big entertainment company and parked the car. He turned off the engine and looked at Isabella through the rearview mirror, she had her earphones on and was pressing her iPad. He stared at her for a while before clearing his throat. "Miss Isabella?" He called but received no response. "Excuse me, Miss Isabella." He repeated but she was simply carried away. So Eric had to touch her knee which got her attention. She frowned when their eyes locked and removed the earphones.