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ct time; it was eight-thirty in the morning and it is Tuesday so I jumped out of my bed to go inside the bathr

d wear my white sneakers. I ran downstairs and went straight to the kitchen and I saw those clubhouse sandwiches made by mom; my one an

sweetie, when are

ed my mother so I won’t hear

est,” I told her and ki

de the car then throw my bag on the passenger seat as I was starting up the engi

. They told me that no man would ever marry a woman with no skills in the kitchen. Both of my paren

n this planet was an enjoyable r

, ba

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d. He was an ideal type of boyfriend. He never failed to remind me about everything; like m

Shit! You're driving. I got to hang

s a good-looking man too, but when we were in high school he was a nerdy type of teenager; weari

lding and I was smiling as I'm about to park my car in one of the free spaces in there, when a loud noise caught my attent

d move my car a little but it was a wrong move because I hit the car, it wa

wheel of my car and was trying to think of a better solution. A while ag

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o get out of it. I slowly closed it and nervously for what I'm about to do. I bravely walked straight to that Porsche 9

ep my foot when s

the easiest things

hen I heard the deep voice of a man. It seemed familiar with his voice s

e people, Why him

ning, Mr. Winston. I’m sorry about what happened. I was in

anation and massaged his nose bridge as a sign of being annoyed. He took a deep breath and i

hand, I fell

“I hate you! I apologized but I was ignored, unbelievable.” I brushed my hair

ost of the people in there, were excited to see Mr. Winston. Others were just reading their notes because t

reeted me. “Good morning Miss Emily.” I didn't bother

couldn’t imagine when Mr. Winston tried to

rom what I was about to do. I swallowed a couple of times as I smelled a familiar scent from behind, I lift my sight, and to my surp