Txt #todo Novels & Stories

Sighing, I decided to send a text message instead. Hi Aunt, is everything okay? With that sent, I decided to go through Cora's phone, looking for something to occupy my mind. I opened the gallery, scrolling through the photos, when my heart stopped. There, in the midst of the images, was a soundless video of Zac and Ethan in a deep conversation.

Young, a psychologist, and her voice was gentle. "Hello, Dex." I didn't reply. Standing beside her, Mom wrung her hands anxiously. "You have to give him a command, or he won't talk." Dr. Young glanced at Mom. Her brow furrowed. "Please tell me your name," Dr. Young said, phrasing it as a command. "Unit 1314." The tip of Dr. Young's pen paused over her notepad. "What about your real name?" "Dexter Griffin. However, that is a legacy identifier. Academy regulations stipulate that alumni must utilize their designated unit numbers as their official form of address."

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

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It was rewriting the code. And the story was finally starting to remember who held the cursor.

In this twisted love triangle, I'd already lost. "Yara, I'm just helping Mia this once. Her mom's on her case. Just stay put, finish your checkup. Call me when you get the results." Carl acted like he couldn't see my pain, his tone carrying a hint of impatience. "Okay." Sitting outside the exam room, I ducked my head, forcing out the word. My throat burned, but I swallowed the sob clawing its way up. I would not cry. Too bad my tears had other plans, slipping down, darkening my pant leg.

TBC. it's short and I know the next will be longer only on two conditions... 1: 10 shares or more 2: don't type "next pls" type meaningful comments.. thanks fety grace heart you all

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