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I don't care, I don't care till the time I am happy, and I don't care in such a world when lives are so uncertain that anything can happen to anyone. "So, how was the day?" He asked me like he was seriously interested in knowing my day. "Sad and bad," I pouted. Okay, I am repeating the words bad and sad way too much today. "Why?" He looked curious. "In a college, where girls and guys look like they are going for a shoot with perfect clothes and perfect figure, a fat girl with clumsy dressing sense is always made fun of," I responded to him, rolling my eyes. He kept his phone in his pocket and walked towards me.

I asked her and she shook her head. "Non mi importa della tua Giornata. la tua personalità è noise." ( i don't care about your day. your personality is boring.) "My personality ain't boring and you know it, "I argued. "Pfffffft" she rolled her eyes and laughed."come on tell me about your boss." "do not fall for my boss because he ain't human "I jokingly said and hit her on the back. "so here was how my day went, "I began the story of my crazy day.

[11/26, 10:47] Olu Fajembola2: Epilogue & Acknowledgement {In the name of Allah} Never Blame a Day in Your Life, Good days give happiness, Bad days give experience, Worst days give lessons , And Best days give sweet memories ¤¤¤ Stay strong and Be positive when, Things Go Wrong. Don't get upset, Just pray and say. "I Will Get Through!" Always remember, Allah loves you! ¤¤¤

They were dark and stormy, that night and Michael knew his best friend had a terrible day. "Well considering I don't have a job like you do, I could be here all day if I wanted to." He replied as Adam settled on the couch behind him. "You should get one then," Adam said, sighing heavily. "I would strongly advise against that though. I feel like shit." "Good, you look like one too," Micheal teased. "Says the dumbass who looks like a rip off Hollywood actor," Adam retorted. Micheal gasped, eyes wide in mich hurt. "Take that back! I look good and you know it!"

Daniel moved back to his hometown with his child, living off a small amount of child support from his ex-wife, posting self-pitying motivational quotes on social media every day. At one point, they even tried posting online to ask for help, hoping to gain sympathy. The title read: “Ruined by a Gen Z Intern, Middle-Aged and Unemployed—Begging Mr. Shaw for Forgiveness, Hoping to Return to That Dream Company.” In the post they tearfully confessed their mistakes, claiming they had only been confused for a moment and misled by Julian. They insisted they had always been grateful to me deep down. But the post quickly disappeared into obscurity.

Message: Reschedule them. Me: With them or with you? Message: Your sense of humor is pretty lame. Me: Well, I thought it was funny. Message: Me: Message: "It's going to take a lot more than that to mend this broken heart." Me: Oh, come on. Me: I'll be there after 8. Message: Well, what do you know? I'm magically healed. Me: Lame. Message: With a fantastic ass. Me: Well, I won't argue with that.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”

He was best friend and from the look of things, an asshole. The girl squeaked and grabbed a pillow, burying her face like I couldn’t still see her legs sprawled out like a damn yoga class. Frank winced. “I’m sorry, okay? I thought you were still at work.” His eyebrows furrowed as if he was wondering which information he had to process. “Yeah, well, I quit, got insulted, sexually humiliated, and now I’ve walked into this, so congrats. You’ve just made a shit day worse.”

he asked in a teasing tone. I sighed. “Just… having a messed-up day. Needed to clear my head.” He tapped my shoulder. “You know, drinking alone only makes the day darker. Next time, call a friend; you can call me. Misery loves company, but at least with company, you can laugh a little while you drown your sorrows.” A corner of my lips twitched, but I didn’t answer. Marcus signaled the bartender. “One for me too,” he said before turning back to me. “And don’t think you’re the only one with troubles. I’ve had a rough week myself.”