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mble down a number of words that come into my head on my r

bed and roll on my back. My door swin

an opportunity for wr

companies, , and they are looking for

l writers, and it's Cameron Black, a we

bed, with my eyes popping

st say Came

ine, when I saw him, I was

u say the ev

" she asks with disbeli

.so when

d over to tel

ete her sentence. Once I am in my room, I p

...yeah, I have a baby as my wallpaper. They are so c

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h Investor Cameron Black...Heart troup

n. Typing in my keywords 'Empowerment program for small writers

only empowering

following my fingers as

I scan round my room until it darts down, looking at my

bulky, padded, black gilet resting on the white surface

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-two minutes, eighteen seconds of not seeing him plus the fact he didn't even ask for my number so he probably forgo

up to the search bar, typing,

y $50 for ju

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he screen, perhaps waiting for the

roke to afford $50 for just transport

extremely OUT

t the phone for hours,

and fortunately for my hea

en book a taxi button' and m

troupe might sound and look desperate, but that is because girl I am desperate and there

pick out a dress. The first one I pick is a short red gown with hugging tight waist line wi

ini short. "Too normal! Plus, it's a corporate event,

k trouser. Getting ready to fuck out of my house, I

Not Me

my doo

ll!" Instead, I hear the doors of the refrigerator cracking. I take steps towards the kitchen. Standing in

that long!" I have told Meg a thousand times, but she never listens, an

from behind the doo

o calm, I didn't know y

n guess who it's exa

re's

sive taco in his hands 'not that I am pett

loathed... The same kind I saw in Jeff's eyes. My eyes go straight down to his trouser

d Krystal... I

ers to his thi

forwards, his steps hasty and loud, as if to

ay

6 feet 4 and I am 5 feet 4 so bas

n I can't even do ten successful jumping jacks in a row. So in other wo

in fear and my

friend... " my v

top our love! I

my ebony hair and I let out painful groans. He throws me down on the white couch, still gripping my hair aggressively. My back lands

gin? You kept that pu

uting for help. My throat feels clogged, and I

ncreasing the volume of the

to thi

white singlet up placing kisses beneath my boobs, his hands hold my breast and his lips go up kissing my neck. His lips on my skin feels disgusti

ling down my cheek a

always shine t

h out for the lamp on the stool closest to the couch I am on. I wrap my hands roun

n my nose, pick up my bag, the one containing the body warmer, sl

, shouting; "Bit

g down the street. I see a yellow high

Krystal

door and ru

Just

behind... The image of Jake wearing only boxers and a thin sing

t my boobs...I look down at my breast cleavage, which is literally showing because my shirt's butto

it's straight and neat. The Driver continues looking at me lewdly, he even bites his thin lips. I make myself smal

, but as I stare at th

ore, I r

any more. I don't ev