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It is more comfortable to be with hypocrites than to live in a constant struggle with honesty. People are ungrateful and boring. Relationships are boring. Football is boring. Politics is boring. The job market is boring. Society is boring. The world is boring'. This one I wrote when I met a guy and we used to kiss on break from work. It lasted a few months, until I wanted to switch from chicken coxinha to stroganoff and he didn't want to. Shallow people, you know? Salty sauce, ketchup and mayonnaise And a cup of coffee. It was the rite. Snack break? We ran to the cafeteria at the bus terminal and the attendants already knew what the order would be just by looking at us.

"But you didn’t. Sorry, brother, no cash this time. I’m not running a fucking charity here." As I see the desperation etched onto Maurice's face, I can't help but feel a tinge of pity for him. The man is a fool, constantly making poor choices, a streak of fuckups. Judging by his past behavior, if I give him money now, he’ll just fuck it up again and will never pay me back. Then, a thought hits me. It’s like a jolt of electricity racing up my spine. This Mindy girl, he broke up with.

“Georgia was never good for you. She made you weak.” “She made me human,” I shot back. Thunder rattled the windows. The chandelier shook, spreading shards of light across the carpet. Mary clutched her glass like a shield. My mother stood calm, regal, a queen sure of her justice. “You’ve always been dramatic,” she said. “This tantrum doesn’t change anything. Sign the papers, end this sham, and you can rebuild your life with someone worthy.” “I won’t sign anything,” I hissed. Her smile chilled me. “Then everything collapses. The board will vote you out. The press will bury you. And Georgia”

He staggered backward, turned, and went to sit behind his desk. It wasn’t far enough, but it offered him sanctuary by its familiarity. He had lost his composure for a second there because no matter whatever delusions he may hold. He could never dream of anything even close to this setup. This fucked up scenario went far beyond his tired-ass imagination. His life seemed to be becoming more and more complicated every single fucking day. Nothing had worked out for him since the day he broke up with Solo. Had he jinxed himself with the stupid-ass choices he’d made over the last ten months?

But when he couldn't wait any longer, he smirked and then said, “You know what I think?” “No. But I’m sure you’ll tell me.” I shrugged, gritting my teeth. Marcelo smirked. “I think you should play some music. Maybe that depressing ass playlist you always listen to. You know, the one that sounds like rain and heartbreak.” I had never played any songs from my playlist around him before, and I didn't have any depressing song in my playlist either. But if there was one thing I had noticed about Marcelo Marino, it was that he loved to fuck with people.

Hazel's face flushed in anger. "Alright, well, sorry." He didn't even look a bit sorry while he said it. I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to hold back my laughter while watching them bickering like school kids. But it soon hit me that the problem at hand was more important. "I think we're going off the topic." I interrupted them.

" Carter studied him for a moment before they both started laughing heartily. If you were looking for your lifelong companion, you should not have read Like, Finn. The blog to read if you wanted to routinely hook up with a new partner every time was In Like Finn. Finn raked his hand through his hair in frustration and growled, "Seriously Carter." "What the heck is going on?" Really, Finn. Have you given it a watch?" That's not what Finn had to acknowledge. If he was being really honest, he felt a bit uneasy after reading some of the remarks. He felt ashamed for the woman, who had clearly experienced a brief mental breakdown. He wasn't into embarrassing people; that wasn't the purpose of In L

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

"Tuesday, March 4. I lost my glasses case again, and hopefully my luck will be good again and I can find them right where I left them. Mother couldn't buy me any others. I have been reading some new books and everything reminds me of him, some stories seem made to remind you that your life will never be that interesting. I'm not complaining, as some characters live hell inside their oh-so-interesting lives. I refuse to call myself boring. I wanted to tell you that these days I have been thinking about my future. I'm not in a good place and Mom wouldn't let me go see Dad, although I'm sure the idea of running away is tempting. My future here looks completely blurry and I can't find even the s