Dead Boys Can't Send DMs_CAF- The Italian Job_Please don't do it_Sabotage
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Dead Boys Can't Send DMs
This is a straightforward decision, Lea thought firmly to herself. Before she could completely cut off her stream of thoughts and take a step forward to finish the task at hand, another voice floated in to her conscious: it would be an easy decision if you did more research before acting so brashly."Augh”, she audibly sighed out loud, a bit louder than she intended – not that her pair of guests were conscious to hear it. That grating voice in twww.onedoor.cche back of her head had finally taken a break from berating her and instead had reinvented itself as a confident cheerleader. But even that voice of con...
CAF- The Italian Job
The waiter at Gusto 101 stood waiting, staring at me as I flipped through the menu several times, stopping at the Cacio e Pepe each time. I wouldn't mind one of their grilled entrees served with escarole, cannellini, beans, and a lemony, garlicky salmoriglio sauce. The restaurant offers one of the finest Italian classics, yet each dish seems out of reach, looking at the price tags next to them. "Rob, don't you dare order a big meal. We are all starving here." Sam was reading my mind watching me from the neighboring building, seated with a sniper rifle. "Could I get another cup of coffee and a ...
Please don't do it
"Please don't do it," pleaded eight year old Andy but his older twelve year old sister just laughed. "Your just a big baby," she gleefully said as she held his Teddy bear over the railing. The family was on a camping trip and their parents were occupied. The father had his head under the car bonnet. He was banging and swearing at things, His mother was making lunch in the caravan and the children were fighting which ended with Sarah holding Bobo the Teddy bear over the railing above the crashing waves."Why do you like this stupid bear anyway?" asked Sarah. Andy knew why. The bear loved him. It...
Sabotage
Brad broke up with me today. I can’t say that I’m surprised after the disastrous dinner that we had at his mother’s where everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I was hoping that we’d be able to talk it through and perhaps see the funny side but the conversation we had was so brief we never got that far. Although I have to admit that he had the decency to look a little pained and sorry about it. A small consolation.When he suggested “The Little Cup”, a rather twee tearoom in the high street, I knew something was wrong. Do you know why I think he suggested there? Because he knew that no...