A Kiss For The Night

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self; let me help you," mom called from the bottom o

" I groaned, punctuating every word at the

ef when the tyres touch

p at her t

ld her, rolling the wheels as

ing in her eyes. I quickly wheeled the box into the truck of the airport taxi a

e breaking in sadness. I bat my eye

his moment for so long, and I can't believe it's h

call you every day if I coul

e hands to wipe off the tea

me up, and I giggled and waved

I called out as I g

in Italy. Then memories of last night flood back into my brain-the dead lady, the man with the build to actually kill. Did he

ving the party last night without a word and then being about to travel out of the country without seeing him. I roughly typed an apology and hit the sen

looked outside the window, listen

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me put it in the locker above my head. Fortunately enough, I've been given the seat n

g my head against the glass. In a few mom

hostesses hovered around, making sure everyone was in their seats, and asked if there was anything they

s tyres began to glide, rolling over the runway, and moments later, they were in the sky. Just as promised, she returned with the coffe

edness. Yesterday, I could barely close my e

d tiredly and stared out of the windows in what seemed like early morning hours. Italy was six hours ahead of New Orleans,

hadn't te

ive me to my school and spent the rest of the journey to my final destination stopping

said in an accent

tified by numbers until I get to block 'E, the block assigned to me, and get into the elevator.I was taken to the first floor, and all that is left is to

urmur as she came to get the door. When it opens,

e said, and I gave her a once-over to find her fully dres

d past me, and I walked in,

ened, and I went to shut it. Just below me, I saw a figure in a suit that looked somewhat f

the