would we be happy ?_The Alley In Between_Bedford Sty ‘Till I Die_Poker Face
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would we be happy ?
7:00 am alarm getting up, 7:07 get ready, 7:30 coffee, 7:40 car, 7:45 traffic, arriving at 8:05 arriving at work. Now from the thousands of people living in New York City can you guess whose very original routine this is, well in general more than 2,000 human beings but today in this very moment in that 2,000 give or take, it's also our very own Ava Adlers routine. “You have a zoom call with Mr. Daiki at 2:15 and the new Peral calendar is coming out today,” said Carly as Miss. Adler entered the building, she sounded like her throat had become a megaphone with a monotone voice option overnight,...
The Alley In Between
Midnight walks through the streets of Paris were the best way for me to relax, even during the most stressful times. I sometimes went out when I did horribly on a test or when my parents and I got into an argument. But tonight was different.I looked down at the envelope I held in my hand. I had just received it this morning, but it wasn’t signed…So what did I do? Go to the listed address at twelve in the morning when almost no one is out and about to hear any screams of help. I took the letter out of the envelope again, but instead of the neatly written cursive I squinted at trying to read ear...
Bedford Sty ‘Till I Die
Laura Kilgore opens the door to the palatial mansion she shares with her husband, heavyweight champion Kellin Kilgore.Pierre Cerdan takes off his beret, smiling sheepishly as he steps inside. The anxious manager can already feel himself starting to sweat. “It’s been two months. I think it’s time Kellin did an interview. How are you doing, Laura?”“Coping.”“Thank you for doing that piece for 60 Minutes. They used a lot of past footage of Kellin, so it was like he was being interviewed live too. You made him look very sympathetic.”“I wanted the people who hate him to understand him,” Laura rwww.onedoor.ccepli...
Poker Face
The morning after Carol commits the crime, she has to work to swallow. The tightness of her throat is so intense, it feels locked. She makes short, shallow breaths. Her hands shake. She is sure if she lets anyone near hear, they will hear her heart pounding. The morning after the crime, Carol drives her Kia on I-5 north toward Bellingham, speeding to catch the ferry to Alaska, knowing that if she misses the Friday sailing, the next won't leave until Monday. And by Monday, Carol wants to be reunited with her children, hunkered down in the dark, remote environment she calls home. She wants to cl...