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“Thank you, sir,” she quietly said to the driver as she stepped off the greyhound. The driver gave her a quick nod. “You’re gonna need some warmer clothes th...

"If you stop fidgeting, the gel might hold" "I’m not fidgeting" "Mentiras, I’ve been handling this stray of hair for the past five minutes, why are you so ne...

Dearest Jacqueline, As you are reading this you must be wondering why I’m writing to you now, why I’m writing at all. Although we are no longer together, I f...

A farrago of tinsel shops and storefronts - inviting in an almost flirtatious manner - stand squeezed into even the narrowest arteries of the city - throbbin...