The Aplha King's Addiction

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table close to the bedside. It was a call to announce the day and time of an interview for the job I have applied for, pressing the phone to my ear to listen to the soothing voice of the receptionist, viola, whose one point of duty is to always check calls to make an interview appointment with the applicants. I live alone in this town and it gets tiring sometimes, but my seamless struggle fo

s food for horny men. But I try, I try so hard to do away with those shameless men before they try to get a hold of me. "I get it, dear." Viola heaved a sigh over the phone. "Be hopeful that you will get a job soon." She was such an optimist, and that was one of the many reasons I like her. "I have a task to perform and so I will be off the phone now, will ex

eyes were clear and I'd myself back as the sleep was off me. I have to stay today, I need to check out a few more applications. Can't just depend on one promi

lement in this neighborhood, I love st

than I had thought, I had to hurry, the shock of this discovery made me unsure of the way, I did not yet know my way very well in this town; luckily, a policeman was nearby, I ran up to him and breathlessly asked him the way.

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o as the one I live in, nobody. Nobody could have expe

hioned pillars on either side of their front doors, and it’s widely believed abandoned and old swimming pools out back. The embassy, by contrast, is not very grand. It is only a four- or five-room buildi

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