Karuby_A STRANGE GUY_The Mark of David_Shhhh! This is a Library (L1、3)
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Karuby
It is the day of senior prom. Ruby drives and Karter rides shotgun. He is dressed in a black tuxedo and she is wearing a flowing blue dress. Karter holds her hand as she drives. He can’t take her eyes off her because she is beautiful and he loves her.“You look so stupid,” she says.“Why?”She laughs. “You’re staring at me and licking your lips.”“What?” Karter says, his face stoic. “I wasn’t looking at you. I was looking past you. I was thinking.”“Thinking?”“Yea. Thinking.”“About?”“Something,” he says, turning away to hide the smile spreading across his face. “Okay.”They come to a stoplight and a...
A STRANGE GUY
A STRANGE GUY“ Yes, in my opinion, Maggie should wear the yellow dress. It suits her more than the green one” Even on that festive, cheerful, rewww.onedoor.cclaxed occasion Peter couldn’t help but say exactly the opposite of what he thought. Whenever it happened to him, and it happened to him regularly, to say the opposite of what he thought he felt like he was two people in one: one for the others, who he knew so much were never sincere, and one for himself, who had to remain hidden, unknown to others. So it was when he had asserted that the most appropriate flower for the bridal bouquet was the hawthorn a...
The Mark of David
“Excuse me,” the restless old man asked. “I seem to have misplaced my suitcase. Can you see it?” The obvious concern in the tone of his voice, solicited an instant response from the young man standing beside him. “I see many suitcases,” replied the young man. “What colour is it?” “You have me at a disadvantage, the old man curiously responded. “What colour do suitcases usually come in?” The peculiarity of the question immediately brought to light that the old man was blind. Without drawing unwanted attention upon him, the young man reached for the nearest suitcase, then gently placed it at t...
Shhhh! This is a Library (L1、3)
In the bathroom of the studio apartment she’d rented for a month to work in Santiago de Compostela, Lavinia was brushing her teeth and thinking about staying longer. The location was perfect, the street was quiet, foot traffic was lively, and her main research site was only two minutes away. She was happy spending hours alone in the vast library of the Museo do Pobo Galego, the Museum of the Galician People. She also enjoyed the conversations with the head librarian, Pilar. After her teeth were brushed, she looked in the foggy mirror, but instead of seeing her face, she heard something. Just ...