Friends In Low Places_Helen, me, and our false friends_Honey Caramel_Love Potion
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Friends In Low Places
Leo had a headache. That wasn’t surprising, since he had approximately a billion scented candles burning around him, but it annoyed him nonetheless. Why did so many spells require so many candles? He hoped that the smoke wouldn't set off the fire alarm. The last thing he needed was his landlord coming by and seeing what he was up to. Leo glanced at the book to his side, then back at the circle in front of him. He double, triple, quadruple checked his work to be absolutely sure that he had gotten everything right. One mistake, and he could end up with one way ticket straight to hell, either met...
Helen, me, and our false friends
That can't be her. She takes the train to work. Helen sprints as soon as she sees me and kisses me on the right cheek and then on the left. "Grève, there's no train". She means "strike". Last night, a union representative wearing an orange vest and a hard hat answered a local television journalist's questions about their decision not to work today and at the weekend. Picketing is the French railroad workers' favourite sport; they are the world's champions.Unlike during the pre-COVID pandemic, there's no queue; only eight of www.onedoor.ccus are lining up to board a golden yellow double-decker bus that used ...
Honey Caramel
As she hiked her way higher and higher up the rocky mountainside, Caramel would periodically stop and gaze out at the incomparable view. From this height, the crowded and tumultuous city she had called home for her entire life became little more than a pebble on a hillside 100 miles away. “Like something straight from a nature documentary,” she muttered to herself, taking everything in before she turned back to continue her climb. She had left for the mountain before the sun had risen, before anyone would notice that she was gone. Put on her best pair of jeans, a gray rain coat, tied her hair...
Love Potion
Sam was leaning over the back of the couch staring out the window at Becky across the street. When his mother said something. “Sam… Sam… SAMUEL!” she yelled. “Huh? … What?” he replied with a start. “What are you looking at?” she asked as she peered out the window to see. “You might just as well forget about Becky. You're not her type.” “Mom… Sheesh,” he said. “Is that all you wanted was to tease me?” “No!” she answered. “Tom and Tina are going out for their wedding anniversary tonight and Wendy is coming over for the night. And I want you to be nice to her for a change.” “Aaw… Man,” he star...