Wonderland_We Meet Again_Wychmere_Red Cups
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Wonderland
Velvet waxy stick draw a line on her lower lip shape, changing its direction to upper lip it draw two velvet arches to assemble the shape of upper lip. With care and love, her finger spread color, she squeezed her lip then took a tissue placed it between her lip and pressed against it, the tissue printed with the unwanted velvet color from her lip. She waved her chocolate hair and stared at the mirror. She left her chin and kept going deeper and deeper into her sliver left eye. Amanda was not ordinary that for sure. Everything in hers was not ordinary starting from her left eye god gifted to ...
We Meet Again
He grabbed his bag and rushed out of his apartment. He was late. Again. This was the third time in two weeks. Such irresponsible act wasn't a part of his repertoire. He hailed a taxi and hopped in giving the driver the location of the hotel. If Madison doesn't already fire him, he'd know for sure that she really did have a crush on him. She was his boss, and she was hot. But she wasn't his www.onedoor.cctype. That didn't mean he'd deride the credibility of their growing friendship. They reached his destination and he paid the driver and rushed out of the vehicle and...well, would you look at that, he ran in...
Wychmere
Deborah Rodgers had been living in Wychmere, Maine for about two or three months now. She had purposefully been seeking out a remote and quiet community when she stumbled across the tiny hamlet of Wychmere. “Where did you find this place?” Sarah Hartman, Deb’s realtor asked when they exited their cars at the property.“One of those online realty websites, I don’t really remember which now that you ask. It’s absolutely perfect though isn’t it?!” Deb was bouncing on her heels with excitement.Sarah was rather surprised when Deb came to her with the listing for this tiny cottage in this microscopic...
Red Cups
Bright colored lights flashed through the room from smart bulbs, controlled by someone’s phone. Music boomed through Bluetooth speakers set up around the house. A phone was passed from person to person, as they each added songs to the Spotify queue. A folding table covered in a dollar store plastic tablecloth was pushed against the wall. Plastic bowls of chips, plastic cups, and a box of cheap wine sat upon it. A cooler sat next to it, filled with beer and Whiteclaws. Drunken damsels slumped onto armchairs and couches, only to be picked up by ‘kind’ guys. Tipsy teenagers danced through the ho...