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"I heard the weather's nice." Sasha brightened up and nodded. ***

“Tonight, don’t even think about that scumbag. Want to hear a dose of motivational wisdom?” Sarah humored her. “Let’s hear it.” Scarlett cleared her throat and dramatically intoned, “Oh, my dearest Sasa, you must understand that in this vast world, love is not the only thing that matters. You have life, friendships, family—don’t despair, don’t lose hope, for the road ahead still stretches wide before you…” Sarah immediately pulled her inside. “Why do you sound like you’re reciting poetry?” “You didn’t like that? I have different versions. Want to hear the nightclub edition?”

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink too much, and that's an issue, but I'm okay Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them again I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car, and Four years, no calls Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar, and I-I-I can't stop No, I-I-I can't stop So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older We ain't ever getting older You look as good as the day I met y

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

I had been so utterly blind in my past life. ​"Never," I said, my throat burning as I forced my voice to pitch higher, perfectly mimicking the breathless, hopelessly-in-love girl I used to be. "Just a minor makeup emergency. Sasha saved the day." ​"Always do," Sasha chimed in playfully. She gave my arm a final squeeze that felt like a brand on my flesh. "I'm going to grab us a fresh round of drinks. Antonio, don't keep her all to yourself for too long, the photographers are circling."

"What I thought, I did Don't teach me morals babe, I don't even give a shit I own your heart, your soul, your mind I go crazy without you, your love made me blind With you my life is colourful, without you it's black and white Leaving me was a wrong move Rose, so you better come back to your Mr. Right." Xavier's P.O.V. "My beautiful innocent Rose"

I was feeling light and numb as I could hear Alex sighed behind me and started to relaxed his grip on me. I smiled at Alex. "I love you Alex, but you seriously got to her locked her up. This dress is new! Damn. I know I should've worn the black one tonight....." I kept on babbling as Dr. Michaels do his job, he finally found the bullet and stitched up my upper arm.

" Sasha walked toward Pamela and shouted. Pamela felt that Sasha was familiar and blurted out, "Is that you, Sasha? You're all grown up now. I can't believe it…" But before Pamela could finish speaking, Sasha slapped her across the face. Pamela was caught off guard and was completely stunned by the slap. She didn't understand why Sasha had slapped her. Sasha gritted her teeth in anger and said, "That slap is for what you owed me. Back then, you promised me that you would stay happily in love with Woody and make him the happiest man in the world.

"Nothing at all. I just want to hold you in my arms, Xante. You're still the same, you know. You didn't gain or lose any weight." "Don't you have a girlfriend, Sunny?" Xante smirked. "Is this the kind of attitude you pride yourself in having?" Sunny was unfazed by her comment. "I just broke up with her. I realized I'm more attracted to older women like you, Xante. I'll be your one and only from now on. Sounds good?" Xante scoffed. "So, you want to continue having fun with me? Are you sure you can afford to handle it?"

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.