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Qadr or not, I would make Jacobi mine. [Please drop comments on what you think I am running out of ideas😩]

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he grins. Something tells me Trick does things on his own timetable and when he wants to shoot the shit, they talk all day. I wonder how I'm going to get in the apartment, but I don't want to come right out and ask. It seems forward, and I don't want to scare him off. "What does shooting the shit mean?" Riley pipes up from where she's sitting in front of me. "How can you put poo in a gun?"

Then he saw Celine smiled after looking at the small lamp and waved her hand. She looked like she won a lottery when the number keypad was projected in his desk. She tried to key in his birthdate: Access Denied. Her birthdate? Access Denied. Shit! She weighed the pros and cons after 3 failed attempts. If this was a bank, she would most probably suffocated, or get killed by gatling guns. Or police would be alerted. Damn it. Think. Think. Think. What could Daniel possibly use as a passcode? 05-10-15

He was not sure why he had to input data Like his date of birth, address family address, next if kin, is this a bank or something he mused to himself as Rosemary came back to pick the letter from the table. "She'll see you in a minute" she said to Tom with a smile He simply nodded continuously as he filled out the document in front of him,he struggle with the spelling of "friend" he couldn't figure out which one came first the "I" before the "e" or the other way round, he bit the pen lightly and decided that they wouldn't notice his mistake if he wrote them in lower case or he'd rather strike it out as a mistake, then he'll seem too careless, he couldn't try that move, he couldn't hold his

My mouth drops open. Bingo. The whole back wall is a board with keys that have numbers above them. Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to get caught. I quickly scan for the one I want. Where is it? Where is it? My eyes dart around frantically, and finally, on the bottom right corner, I find the first one and then the other. 1140 and 1289 I take the keys and I walk back to the door and look back. Damn it.

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A