Love cycle

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her me. The women all tried to get my attention one way or the other as I passed by them. Some adjusted their pose. Some bent their bodies to reveal their cleavage, and some secretly rolled their skirts to show their laps

, yet I could tell they hated me and were jealous of my quick succe

at my office. He collected my suitcase an

see you for an important reason. He was here before but left the waiting lounge to get some things. He promised

and sitting on my chair to begin work. I worked for a while before getting

ipping my coffee slowly. I had just comp

ple hurrying about like ants, rushing to work, riding in old rickety cars, trying to beat the traffic. This sight always made me chuckle. Those people I looked at daily were hopeless, people who worke

ears how I must never settle for less. They told me that nothing was better than money in this world. Not

cess, I knew which one to let go of love