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you know, the same old shit a Mr Crabs would do while a workaholic SpongeBob did the hard work. I guess I was SpongeBob. I was a workaholic. I was usually if not always the last person to leave the bag and it had soon become a norm with everyone comfortable about it. I for one, wasn't bothered though, it's not like I had someone at home to go to.

I said, “Think again. I`ve raped, killed, stole a car but never went to jail. That’s why they call me Mastermind. That’s why I was expelled from school. Now, do you still think it would be best if I don’t know?” He laughed, “So you are the famous Mastermind?” he asked, “Did you kill that girl?” I smoked on that without responding to him then said, “Tell me about yourself.” “All I can say is I`m born again now. Though I`m not a religious person.” “I understand what you mean. But can you at least tell me what made you change your lifestyle, please?”

In the end, the shopkeeper declined the acquisition proposal from the assertive Ambrose, but agreed to sell SpongeBob to him. At the same time, as a token of goodwill, he also gave Ambrose an extra balloon as a gift. Well, Ambrose supposed that he could give this to Vincent. Ambrose walked out of the store, holding SpongeBob in one hand and a balloon in the other. A little boy happened to see him and stared at the SpongeBob in Ambrose's hand. He shouted, "Wow! It's the limited edition SpongeBob! I want it!" Ambrose, with a cold expression, looked down at the boy.

while. It was like he was trying to catch his breath. Then, he continued. "I wasn't at ease where I relocated to sit and enjoy the air. My mind kept wandering, and when I couldn't help it anymore, I decided to go see for myself, and immediately I stood up and turned around, and I saw him push me into the pool. Before I could get there, it was already too late, but I vowed to see you alive again." "So, what did you do to me?" I asked. "Nothing much, rather than bring you out of the pool and get the best witch doctors to care for you. Although, you were already dead when I brought you out of the... out of the water." I sighed. "And," I asked. I was still curious about my rebirth and how I was

Chapter Two Damien Cross jolted awake to the familiar sensation of phantom pain shooting through legs that could no longer feel. But it wasn't the physical pain that made him gasp and clutch at the silk sheets. It was the crushing weight of memory flooding back like a dam bursting, memories of another life, where he had died by the hands of Marcus Whitmore.

Same one from my last life. "Babe, now that you're further along, the pup needs more nutrients. Drink this while it's hot. You've gotten so thin." I glanced at the mirror. Glowing, full-faced, obviously well-fed. Laughed under my breath. Not sure if it was his bad acting or the recycled lies that got me. Held out my hand, no hesitation. "Sure."

Isla had barely cracked a smile after snatching the prize ticket when her expression froze solid. She shrieked and lunged at me again. "You bitch! How dare you trick me?! This isn't the real prize ticket—hand over the real one!" I kicked her away and demanded flatly, "Why don't you explain why you faked your death first, Kingsley?"

"Roxy, you did great. I'll take our daughter for her checkup later." Jensen Highmore's voice rang gently beside me as he held our baby in his arms, his expression soft and tender. A sudden chill ran through me as I jolted awake to the realization—I had been reborn. There was no time to think about how or why. I quickly spoke up to stop him. "No need. I'll take her myself. Didn't you say you had to work overtime? You don't have to stay here."

The initials 'JG' and 'SL' gave it away—Jeffrey had set up the fireworks just for Sophie. Just like clockwork, Sophie sent me a video bragging about it. [Listen up, Jeffrey made this show for me and me alone. So what if you were childhood friends? So what if you're pregnant? He doesn't love you. [I guess your wedding isn't such a big deal. In the end, it's me he loves.] Then, a message from someone with a black profile picture popped up on my screen. I smirked at their words. Tonight was going to be the last blast for those two.

JOY “Dad, you’re worse than a kid. This cartoon isn’t for you. You need to go to bed!” I yelled at Dad, who smiled at me, his eyes much brighter than before. Paige stared at me from the couch, giggling at my father being scolded. “I can’t help it. This is amazing. Who knew SpongeBob SquarePants could be so hilarious . . . but also, a bit inappropriate for kids.” I shrugged. “I know. But Dad, you’ve taken your sleeping pills already. So, if you don’t sleep now, you’ll be awake all night.”