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" Well you disrespected me and our marriage and you lied , do you remember a few months before the shit hit the fan Daniel ? Do you ? That stupid chain mail with Jo-Ann’s email on there ? You spoke to the bitch months before you told me now you claim to be the victim ? showing her she can grab you by the nose and fling you about like a dam pussy ! " I shouted " I told you I only spoke to her once and she got my details of my sister not me " "Well you are a liar too , like I said I have no problem fuckin go, maybe go and don't ever come back ! I'm sick of dancing to her tunes " "I'm sorry , I ..l “Fuck sorry , you are always sorry , If I had a fuckin maid to do washing and clean my fuckin house ,just like you had bitch to birth your …show more content…
He looked worried Where have you been ,I've been trying to phone you . My phone is in my bag I said and clicked my tongue in annoyance "Don't ever do that ,you had me worried sick "he said Well it’s a little too late to worry now Daniel, you are too worried about pleasing your bitch why waste your last bit of worry on me . I said , I opened the fridge and downed two of his beers and smoked yet again. We never spoke after that , Daniel had gone to take a shower and got into bed straight after . He knew that if he had carried on that night I would have packed up and left , I was sick of him not standing up to Jo-Anne and I was sick of everyone believing her lies . I took out a few more beers and stayed in the living room until I fell asleep on the couch . He woke me up at 2Am the following morning asking me to come and sleep in the bedroom I refused and that's where I slept for the whole week, on the couch in front of the TV every night drinking myself piss drunk .I never cooked , I did not even make our bed -I was fed up . During the day he would sent me emails of the conversations between him and Jo-Anne I did not once respond to her I let the two fuckers eat each other up on
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
Judy pov Judy had been sleeping yesterday after what happened it wasn’t that late and she still had classes to go to but, she didn’t, not with her face mark like that. Needless to say it was an awkward day as her and Nick were basically trapped together in the room. It had been two days
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Hola, Reyna and Alejandro are always happy to hear how you and your family are doing. Alejandro said that Nevlyn doesn't look like the little blond boy that would ride his bike up and down the street. We are all really sorry to hear about your friend Ellen. I hope those little boys find some "mom love" in you, like we did when we needed some extra cuddles. I'm happy to hear that you still use your Spanish a lot in and out of work. Nevertheless, I'm sure your Spanish has evolved into a Puerto Rican/Cuban accent.
To begin with Abigail and I have been bestfriends since Pre-K. We were like two peas in a pod. From the first time we encountered one another our friendship became solid. However, like in any friendships or relationships there will be times when you dont see eye to eye. I guess this was one of those times.
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A New Beginning The dreadful crimes, the gray sky. The powerless people and the fearful creatures. All this misery and tragedy ended when someone from far, far away came into our midst. A superhero who called herself Aqua. We had people frightened from far and wide praying and calling for someone who could protect them and their families.
In addition, Jacques also points out that the Duke and his men are terrorizing the natural order with their huntings of deer, “yea, and of this, our life, swearing that we / Are mere usurpers, tyrants” (2.2.63-64). According to Edward Berry, the sport of hunting was an important part of “the life of the court”, and of the aristocratic households connected with it. It exists in a variety of modes and serves a variety of purposes, whether it be as simple as informal recreation and entertainment, as complex as court ceremonies, or as standard as survival tactics. Simultaneously, the Duke of Arden has the similar impression about hunting when he suggests to “go and kill and venison” (2.1.21). Jaques’s melancholy, however, embedded an immoral connotation
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