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she asked with a hopeful tone. Kinsey shook her head. "I'm not planning on coming back; at least, not anytime soon." She glanced off into the distance, her hands still on her hips. "I've only told Agatha Rochester, but I'm making a change. I'm moving." She turned back to face Mandy, and Mandy noticed the woman's set jaw and determined gaze. "I need a fresh start, and I'm not going to get it here." "But, Draven Falls is your home," Mandy said as she slipped her hands into her back pockets. The movement pulled her tank tighter against her torso, mainly her breasts, and it almost appeared as if Kinsey's eyes went wide again at the sight before she looked away.

After that, Kinsey chose to go abroad to continue her studies and Barbara chose to marry. Barbara disappeared quietly after she divorced Dexter. Kinsey had been asking about her whereabouts since she came back from abroad, yet no one seemed to know where Barbara was. She didn't expect that they would meet by chance. Kinsey was now a well known producer in the TV station. Her eyes lit up when she heard Barbara was looking for job. "Barbara, I'm planning on making a blind date reality show. We need female participants for marketing in the early stage. Do you want to come and be a female participant?"

Kinsey went to a nearby restaurant for lunch at noon. After ordering, she took a sip of water. Suddenly, a discordant voice could be heard next to her, "How could you do this to me? I gave birth to you and even came out to work to support our family. Yet, you took my money to spend on your mistress. How can you be so shameless?" Kinsey looked over and saw a woman in overalls angrily pointing at a couple who was eating. The woman's face was full of anger and despair.

Kelvin Halt wasn’t just a CEO…he was a star in the writing world, a top author and a genius, people called him. He wrote some of the biggest heterosexual romance novels, books that made thousands fall in love with his characters. My personal favorite was The Alpha’s Girl, I read it over and over, and each time the emotions hit me like it was my first time. But the Kelvin I saw at work didn’t match the man who wrote such warm, emotional stories. He kept his life so private, people created their own stories about him but nobody knew he was gay except me…and Blaire of course. I reached Kelvin’s office door. The gold letters on the frosted glass said:

" Kinsey was unconcerned. She continued.Which type of man are you? You know? Have you ever been harmed by her? You treat her like garbage. You insult her, denigrate her, and ignore her! Do you believe that your wealth and power make you a god? You are nothing more than a lifeless, icy shell that ruins lives! I didn't recoil. "I did nothing to your friend," I said, cocking my head slightly. Or did she say that I did? Kinsey's eyes grew wide as if she were going to blow up. "Oh, she didn't have to. Dante, I saw her. I caught sight of her. She was sobbing that she was unable to speak. She trembled. She was having trouble breathing. She told me what you said to her. You treated her as though she

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Kinsey's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to push him away, but his strength overwhelmed her. "Bran..." Kinsey's words muffled against Brandon's lips. She felt trapped, her body pressed against the cold wall, as Brandon's lips crushed against hers. Tears welled up in Kinsey's eyes as she felt Brandon's finger probing roughly under her underwear, checking for any signs of betrayal. She winced in pain, both physically and emotionally, as Brandon's actions violated her privacy and dignity.

Kinsey amused herself when remembered her ridiculous deed. “Haha, you sound so excited. So what's the shape of the nose?" asked Debbie. Kinsey took out her subscription magazine and opened a page filled with various shapes of eyes, noses, lips, nostrils and many other images. Kinsey was observing a person's personality through the physical features of a person's face that have their own meaning as predicted by the magazine subscription. From yesterday Kinsey was curious to know what kind of guy Tang'o was. Who knew she really was doing silly things like that. “It's not very clear, but I think it's this one." Kinsey pointed to one of the drawings of nostrils. Together they read the meaning of

I've known her expressions and demeanor for so long that I feel like I've memorized her. Kinsey is a painter, and despite her cheery personality, she always wears black to complement her fair complexion and dark hair, and all of her paintings are dark and horrific. I once asked her where she got all of her painting ideas, and she told me that her emotions are so jumbled that her brushes translate them for her. I remembered flicking her brow for giving me that serious answer and laughing at her face. Kinsey, on the other hand, has a more profound imagination, which I like. I absolutely appreciate her artworks because they are beautiful even in their chaotic styles.