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2024-10-29 19:42:56CAMILLA RENÉE
SATURDAY MORNING.
There goes an evening without me looking like a deranged person.
Why can't things just go my way for a change? With the terrible night, I'll just rush upstairs and maybe fall in bed, letting sleep take away all my problem and they are a lot.
At this point, I'm faced with two alternatives. Two choices. Two options. Just one and two. There's no third party. Both of them are catastrophic depending on their reactions, they were actions and by rule they had equal and opposite reactions.
The first and the dredged one was to Point blank tell him the truth if I did.
The simple truth to his question, a mono syllabic word, it's simple to pronounce.
It'll take less than three seconds to mouth, but that's not the problem.
Speaking the truth isn't the issue at this point, it's living and managing what comes next.
Follow up questions. Doubting gazes
Crystal OduwaDrop your thoughts on my book. Love to hear them. Always.
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read this book with me. Honestly I didn't think it'll make it this far at all. it's my book but even I admit it's not that very good ｡◕‿◕｡ But even at that, I got support and I'm super happy. it makes my day reading the comments and for the mistakes and errors, I'll edit the book in my free time. it might take a while because of the word count, but I'll get it done. Thank you for finishing it despite the errors. You spent money on it ʘ‿ʘ It makes my day. If you're into a fast paced enemies to lovers, then you might want to check out my new book "A VOW TO HATE" I assure you, it's splended. Thank you for reading! So much love from my end, C.
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