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THIRTY NIGHTS OF REKINDLED FLAMES

Chapter 6 eleven years ago

Word Count: 1430    |    Released on: 20/03/2024

en years ago. To be honest, during the wee hours of the night

t she thought. pleaded with h

this building

iscuss this through, please

up on us,

ing into her glistening eyes, and smelling her sweet, vanilla p

us tiger tamer. She's short-circuited

bout seeing her again. I get a surge of lust when I hear her sweet, southern accent. It's a constant sensation that fluctuates according t

on the current

this place? It doesn't appear to be. I had never understood Mary's fondness for the mayhem that is newspapers. I used to go see her a lot at the school newspaper, where she worked as a reporter, when we first met. I was first drawn to her becaus

e my displeasure at how shabby everything appears at the Times. Although I'm truly happy to see

not a part of any of my efforts to purchase and liquidate the paper. I wish to ruin the legacy left by Mary's father. and Mary herself, pos

und even though I'm about to start receiving my pen

is, I try not to put pensioners on the streets. I don't want Mary and her father's transgressions to be borne by the paper's employees. With a sickening feeling, I r

to handle this just like any other purchase. Layoffs will occur if they are necess

ld. Alright, for the most

nally realized what was wrong. The attractiv

Mary dating someone

as I turn to face her. Her head tilts to one

hy does she correct

r embrace. I want to ask her as much information as I can ab

you came here for, Rafa

e's nervously using her left index finger to scratch the c

ernet and had come across a picture of her with that TV guy in a local magazine. I took it as a professional partnership. I look at her fing

er office. Was she in love with the anchor? Was her

mesmerized and haunted me. Sometimes, like when she moved away to pursue her career aspirations, in ways that were very frustrating. After leaving

gone in here thinking it was so imposing, so scary, because it had been her father's. It now has a dump-like appearance and a musty stench, as if something drowned and perished in the corner. Alright, for the most par

se stains will somehow go on my clothes. For this specific appointment, I had gone to considerable lengths to sel

nd glance at the screen. Unknewn, it appears. Just as I'm going to disregard it, I remember that this is how occasionally the Spanish lawyer's number appears. And I have to respond if it has to do with the high-rise I'm develo

pinion, the ultimate b

e this." She seems shocke

anymore. I sense her gaze fol

t. He had never earned enough money to move out of that tiny Hialeah cinder block house with his wife

an speaks in a hi

this?"

r end is laughing. It'

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