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ective things that can generate a positive aura, especially to welcome the day that people hate the most. Monday. Ye

s thorns that could infect my feet, in fact, through the efforts of my mother and her trusted psychiatrist, I was able to get out of

and finding me sitting alone in the corner of the new student

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feeling offended by my

ring in business admi

" said Emilia proudly, like a campfire burning in the dark forest. "What if we become roommates?

ce; the enthusiastic girl was already pul

lunchtime to ask how I'm doing or whether I've finished my essay, like a lover who pays more attention. All this time, I have always responded b

worked on my final assignment, which had been p

ou need anything, you can call your wonder woman.

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, women are for men, and vice versa. It's like a negative pole meeting a negative pole; they will repel, right? But I also don't want to justify humans who choose t

other people know that I am a sexual abuse victim who has PTSD-especially the incision wound, which turned into a thin

you say t

en a favourite since high school. The characteristic voice of Chris, the vocalist, and his guitar strumming made me fall in love with every song he sang. Not long after, the

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pack my things too? Not much was packed, only the clothes in the cupboard that you put in

d 'Ók', it was my mother's turn to call. A

zie. Are

n employee. Can't Mom come to the new apar

tely returned to Jacksonville after receiving news that my half-sister - Lily - had suffered a broken bone in her r

sorry,

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ter surgery for a broken bone, right? What if your Daddy c

f fish from Italy. As a result, I suffered from itching because I consumed too much shrimp an

fish waving before my eyes. "Are you still there, darling?

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d tell from your tone

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sence was a burden? For God's sake, why does she like to tie men up in marriage for the thir

y, don't make me

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o New York. Dad, I mean William, came two hours ago and chose to stand like a useless human being. I don

ere aren't any, right? They are just humans who like breaking women's hearts me

ivert my mind. Occasionally, I glanced at the middle-aged man in an old flannel shirt, watchin

art working in New Y

you, Will," I answered curtly as I put

hing the back of his neck a

ies later. Besides, Mom hasn't sent any money to m

iminate this awkward atmosphere? And don't keep your distance from me,

ind of atmosphere. He always started everything by emphasising that he was my f

hat," I said, unafraid. "So that you know, I don't like all the

of the door and turned around to

money you will spend on