Your Hate is Love
e one, just high on the wall. It has an old ring to it as the decor is old fashioned. A piano sits at a corner, it has just been played recently. The Sofas are dark blue, arranged in a
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sked to sit do
hadn't noticed, but I would recognize one of my kidnappers a
ask these guys for a drink. Who
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t even dream of kissing your client, he's not my type."
mn thing. I wish I was actually. You
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e me telling the public I was kidnapped by you, a lawyer, a man
was a puppy. His expression
swear, you could turn me upside down and shake tf out of
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google up Sa
e time I may go crazy." I stopped. I stare at the Client. "Yo
media, you would have seen the public had tagged my Client a gay, way before your stunt..." He stops,
ing me all this?"
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become his
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y other girls in New York and the way you talk about Saul Beckham, it looks like he sure is an important figure, hence I'm sure many girls
his bills. Your mother has stage 4 cancer. Your sister is spending her life in a correctional centre and you, a college dropout is somehow the breadwinner, juggling three jobs and staying in a house that's on the brink of collap
this makes me questions the essence of my existence. Irene has offered to pay for my tuition fees after the company fundi
thought. People were staring at me, does this somehow had to do with the Lawyer and his Devilish Client? I better head to the hospital. St
text to my boss o
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my number if you