Wacky Wild Bewildering Linda_Hate Friends_The Most Fun Night Ever._The story of Jules Frédéric
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Wacky Wild Bewildering Linda
Wacky Wild Bewildering Linda My best friend. Yes, maybe an unpopular choice for such but she wormed her way into my heart. At first, Linda jwww.onedoor.ccust pissed me off causing lots of eye rolling. Her sense of crazy was off-beat and bold. With no shame she would sneak up behind elderly men whose only support to stand upright was a walker, and approach while licking her lips slowly moving her tongue around her mouth as she thrust her arms forward waving her fingers as if to say in a husky voice, come to me. Once the unsuspecting senior felt a presence close to them and turned to inquire, she would quickl...
Hate Friends
She doesn't want to meet them again, She doesn't want to talk to them again, She doesn't want to love them again, She doesn't want to help them again, Because they are her best friends. The story of me and my friends, On The very first day of college, I made lots of friends; I found many old friends. I was too frank back then now, I became an introvert, I want to live alone, I don't want any friends, I don't trust people anymore, I'm scared of being hurt.Walking in the corridor, headphones on my ears, listening to music just to ignore them. I was not like this before I had too many buddies, bu...
The Most Fun Night Ever.
You wanna do something fun? Let's get dressed up and go out for a fancy dinner! Can I borrow this skirt and maybe some earrings? Does my hair look okay? We look amazing and so does this champagne. What a beautiful restaurant! We have come such a long way since college-we are officially adults having dinner in a place like this. I pick at my food- preferring to focus on the bottle in the bucket. "Priorities Jenny! Priorities!", I tell myself. LOL. The bill is a little more than I expected but whatever- YOLO! Our friendship knows no bounds- and cannot be limited by financial constraints. It will...
The story of Jules Frédéric
A man is walking down the street, looking down with a humble look. Ashamed to show his face, I would say. Under his long brown jacket is hidden a sad person. His sadness can be seen from miles and miles. Clearly, he had a bad day. He lost his job, his wife left him ‘cause he couldn’t earn money any longer. He is homeless… Looking down, he doesn’t realise he just passed by the cafe. He wants to go back there and take a coffee with his remaining money. A strong thunder hits the earth, starting an endless rain. The man enters the cafe. In a week voice he says: -One dark coffee, please; politely a...