Unscripted: My Own Story

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the smell of grilled onions and spicy

said. "And make it a double on

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nes we bought at that little shop in Broo

ered near

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elled, his face flushed. "You don't listen! You

red, shimmering

or guy. And so passio

res about the details. Sh

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on my ankle, then at

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rang, sharp a

d towards the door,

over and

ownstairs, stood there. He was a burly man, ex-Ma

Everything okay

the scattered food, the br

pened when he

ooked past me at Jake, who

David. I just dropped a

a long moment. Then he looked bac

, Emily? A man who loses his tempe

y. "No, no, it's fine.

chimed in, lo

neighbor needs to mi

broken mug? G

understand passionate re

inced. He gave Jake

ing at all, you come get

u, David.

slowly,

leaning against it.

hadn't moved. He was staring at

look at

ments, then at the wreckage

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ght. Maybe this wa