

Stopping ByA copper flecked mop of hair sat out of place on his solid features. The sound of my entry caused his focus to shift and in a haze he glanced up at his intruder-- for surely it could be no one else after nightfall.Stopping By
Did I bother you? my eyebrows raised in humorous tone.
No, no not at all . . .just, he glanced at the random scatter of papers and files on his desk and sighed, just working.
This sigh was not one of distaste in chosen trade, hardly, but merely frustration in a problem one is confused by.
I was just here to pick up a few things,


Off To WarHe wants to speak to you again, her tone bordered on annoyance for this had gone on long enough. The man remained stationary, cradling a trustworthy glass of whiskey in his right hand, while he sat in his straight-backed armchair. She came into the room, footsteps muffled by an ornate oriental rug, with the cordless phone in her outstretched palm. He shook his head.Off To War
Honey, hes in the shower hell have to call you back. Yes, I love you too. Bye Hun. She hung up the phone.
You have to talk to him. Sh


Wall Punching He punched a wall and screamed at the same time. He tried to act as though the scream was for anger and not for the actually pain that is associated with wall punching. The wall was a creamy tan color. The color most people paint walls because it's considered neutral. Red is not a neutral color, but that was the color of Chris's fist now, no thanks to the wall. He stepped away to examine the wall, post-punch. It was not dented and no paint was chipped, but four little red circles had now appeared. He heaved a deep sign. He had been hoping for a slightly bigger reaction on behalWall Punching
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No acabo de entender por qué es todo tan difícil. Nunca he pedido nada. Nada que no sea una chica bonita
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No acabo de entender por qué es todo tan difícil. Nunca he pedido nada. Nada que no sea una chica bonita
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