Not Wanted_The Cookie Exchange!_Dancing in the Rain_Mystery of Room Nineteen
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Not Wanted
Marilee's first memory was that of her nanny, Leah, picking her up and embracing her with all the love she could muster www.onedoor.ccup. Leah had told her then that her parents would rather be the ones holding her but that they were too busy with work so Leah was the luckiest gal in the whole wide world to get to spend time with Marilee. She was constantly reassured that Leah was here because she wanted to be, not because of the money, though even as a young child, Mari knew that if Leah wasn't getting paid she would not care for her for free. Marilee's first memory of her parents was shortly after that m...
The Cookie Exchange!
Friday, December 22, 7:30 pm At 222 Bell St. North London. You are invited to a cookie exchange. Please make and bring your best Christmas cookies. Don’t forget to RSVP by Friday, December 15、 Can't wait to see you there Page & Hannah. “Ok, so we send this to like 15 to 20 people,” Hannah said with worry in her voice. “That’s the plan and then on top of those 20 people we invite Jake?” Page questioned. "Yes, I'll invite Jake tomorrow at work, and you invite the rest. Ok? They have to be people that won't get suspicious if we aren't there the whole time.” Hannah said sounding like she k...
Dancing in the Rain
After a long time of processing her information with the court, she finally reinvented her identity. It only took the majority of the months the year was kind enough to give her. As she stared at the name in the document that had just arrived that morning, her mind was at ease. No longer was she weighed down by the crushing weight of the past. She thought about the relationships in her life. She had a wonderful fiancé and a few friends that had been there for her through this journey. Of course, it's hard to think of the present without acknowledging the past. A fleeting thought was enough to...
Mystery of Room Nineteen
The heat haze from the numerous potholes, the faint hint of sulphur clinging to the back of his throat, the sweat stinging his eyes, blinding him temporarily; he did his damnedest to remember this was only temporary. Staying in a hostel meant access to basic amenities. It was cheaper than renting a flat, but still stretched his budget to its limits.That was eleven months ago. Every day since had been a test of his resolve. He did his best to avoid the other residents, but that's not possible with a single shared kitchen and bathroom for the entire building.To help maintain his sanity, he wrote...