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rtment and wanted to be near a friend. We would talk for hours, wat

hey got engaged. I am not sure what c

y back to c

construction contract a few days back... Any news..

's company made such a good name. I am sure he made my dad

of that reporter. Now they will play that clip on replay... I co

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tract agreement when he sees this news. T

quickens as I see a number from

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h as I recognize

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how I shamed him, by expo

because my he

se, he asks,

try to control my emotions a

ome, my

andon me for two years? And how could he now ask me to c

y missed me there." I say, trying to control m

m voice. "You have no idea

t hard t

in charge of finding you. Now I can see how shortsi

h emotion and tears

looked for you myself. But your old man wants t

, hearing words I neve

nobody w

but I only agree to visit him for a few days. I

d I say, "I hope I am not making

not," she

.

late in the evening and decide to stay at a fancy hotel. I am

ut of the plane. She widens her arms and

idn

miss about

all around. New York City is so fucking c

Well, she

ells too." I adm

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for some drinks." I suggest,

arty again. I drink, trying to smother the dread of meeting everyone aga

ldhood here, and this place has its own charm. We drink and party hard for hours.

morrow." I shout into Lena's ear so sh

hotel room, swaying with the

eepy an

emember my room number, but I know it wa

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I get to sl

and throw them over the floor

room sho

back a

k her and crash into my bed wi

n so I get rid of it and throw it over the floor and pu

own the Fucking AC!" I mutter