Strawberry Jam_ALL BEHIND HER_Christian Louboutin and the Commuter Train to Philly_A Neighbor's
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Strawberry Jam
“Are you there, God? It’s one of your own.”“I have to say, I didn’t expect you’d manage to take time out to talk with me. I just prayed you would, and now I’m here in your beautiful palace. Everything is so awesome-looking, and I can hear the angelic choir down the hall. I’ve never heard music like it before; it’s way different from Heavy Metal and Rap, but it’s catchy; I will never forget it. Anyway, there are a couple of things on my mind. I know you already kwww.onedoor.ccnow everything, but if you just let me say what I’ve come to say, it will help me keep my thoughts organized.”God smiled and nodded hi...
ALL BEHIND HER
Janis wakes up with a broad smile on her face. Her hazel eyes gaze up to the ceiling which is illuminated by dapples of sunshine coming through the curtains and she thinks back on last night's dreams. It was obvious what they meant. She is going to marry Kenny next month when it is all behind her and he comes back from Afghanistan on his next spell of leave. There was the dream about her in the posh shop looking for an outfit for a special occasion. She had never fancied getting married in white and she had been trying on a gorgeous red floral dress made in chiffon; and when she studied hers...
Christian Louboutin and the Commuter Train to Philly
The red bottom. The shiny red bottom. Karen can’t stop admiring her shoes, turning her foot this way and that, crossing and uncrossing her legs to see them glint in the glaring light of the train car. Sure they were way too expensive. But she had to. Especially after her boss, Caleb, in the Neiman Marcus shoe department, laughed when she asked him when they would go on sale. “Louboutins?” he snickered. “Honey if they went on sale they wouldn’t be Louboutins.” That nasal last syllable killed her. And Caleb wasn’t even his real name, just his Neiman Marcus shoe salesman name. But she saved ...
A Neighbor's Calling
"Ms. Lu has been rather distance lately," whispered my mother as we came back home from my Lacrosse practice. "She normally always greets us when you are back home from school and practice. This is the thrid day in a row."I asked: "Yeah, I've noticed. Did you try calling her?"My mother replied: "Yes, several times but it always goes to voicemail.""Maybe I should call her up," I said willing to give it a try."That's really sweet of you to do Stuart. Do you still have her number?""Yes ma'am, I do. She gave me her number since last year.""Lovely, then I'll start making supper. You can see if she ...