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##### *Door Chimes* When Jc entered the internet cafe, bewilderment appeared on his face. The internet cafe was oddly quiet, with only a few people using the computers. Based on always coming here, this cafe is packed with players always occupying all seats, and it's always noisy. He walked towards the front desk. "Hey! Why is it peaceful here?" "There's an ongoing tournament below. There's a poster outside, didn't you see it?" "No... What below? You mean below this cafe?"

I say. "Whatever the FT piece says. Whatever the world decides about us on Friday morning." She holds my gaze. "I need you to know that their opinion of this is the least interesting thing about it to me." I look at her. "What is the most interesting thing," I say. She stands. She crosses to me. She puts her hand against my chest, not dramatically, just precisely, the way she does everything. "That it is real," she says. "That is the most interesting thing. After everything we did to make it look real before it was. Now it simply is." She pauses. "I did not know how different that would feel."

"And am I useful?" She considers this with the seriousness she gives most things — fully, without performing consideration, without the social niceties that most people use to fill the space while they think. Her eyes are on my face, studying me the way she studies everything, and I have the uncomfortable sense that she's reading something in my expression that I'm not aware of showing. "You're interesting," she says instead of answering directly. "Which is rarer than useful. Useful is common. Interesting — genuinely interesting — is not."

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she said coldly and bothered. "Yes Miss Grey" she replied. I walked out and the other's were looking disappointed when they heard the news. I walked slowly behind them and rode the elevator together. I can't believe I'm just going be a damn PA to that woman. By the looks and attitude of her, I could tell she's rude, moody and cocky. Well at least I'll be busy working no time to think and cried about Alex or reminder of that night with that stranger. I think I'm going to be sick just by remembering sleeping with a stranger. What if he has STDs or anything? Yuck!!!! "Taxi!!" I called out

Greg stared at her, amused, and she giggled with embarrassment. "This is probably the best burger I've had the privilege of eating. We should get these more often," Marianne said. "Anything for you, dear. Try the milkshake; they said it's the most ordered milkshake in town," Greg handed it to her, and she took a big sip, falling in love with it immediately. "Oh my goodness, I see why it's the most ordered milkshake. Thank you so much for getting me this meal, honey; you're the best."

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

Fancy one too ? Without waiting for his answer, I sat on the white sofa in the living room. This is my favorite room. I find it to be the most impersonal. Unlike Carole, I never made love in the living room. I don't know what it means to scream with pleasure in a living room. I feel protected, on neutral ground. Paul looks at me with the depth of someone looking for a treasure at the bottom of the ocean. He forgets that I am anything but an award to be cherished. Should I give him a reminder?

Sarah couldn't get the mysterious hotel owner out of her head. She had spent the rest of her shift replaying the encounter in her mind, trying to make sense of the strange emotions he had stirred within her. As she walked home, her thoughts were still consumed with him. She wondered what he was doing at that very moment, whether he was thinking about her too. It was silly, she knew, but she couldn't help it. She was intrigued. When she got home, Sarah flopped down on her couch and pulled out her phone. She couldn't resist the urge to look up the hotel owner online. She found a few articles about him, describing him as a successful entrepreneur who had built his fortune from the ground up.