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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I said taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I know, but it would be polite. You don’t want to be naked in front of Lucy or her friend…What’s his name…” Alexander looked at the floor thinking.
    “Xander is his name. Lucy is here?” she didn’t know where Alexander lived, did she?
    “Yes, they got here about thirty minutes ago. By the way, I told Lucy,” Alexander said.
    “How did she react?” I prayed she didn’t fall to pieces, as I would’ve done.
    “She took it really well; she asked why I gave her up. I told her I never knew she existed. Lucy seemed to accept the answer,” Alexander said.
    “I’ll be in there in a minute,” I said, giving Alexander a cue to leave the room.
    “Okay,” he stood from the bed, and went into what I assumed to be the living room.
    I threw the covers off me. I went over near the bedroom door, my clothes laid in a black pile. I put my shirt on, then my pants, and belt.
    After I was dressed, I went into the living room. Lucy and Xander sat on a black leather sofa. Alexander wasn’t in the room. Lucy looked from Xander up to me, and grinned. I saw the similarities now; Alexander and Lucy had the same smile, thin lips, rabbit nose, and rounded eye shape. Maybe that’s why she looked familiar when I first met her.
    “Hello, Damien,” she said.
    “Hello, Lucy. How are you?” I asked.
    “Good, Damien this is my friend Xander,” Xander had black hair, and brown eyes. He had a lip ring, and his left ear was pierced. He wore a black tank top, with black ripped jeans, and skater shoes.
    “Nice to meet you, Xander,” I said.
    “Lucy has told me a lot about you, Damien,” he said.
    “Really?” I said looking at Lucy. She gave a sheepish grin. Lucy wore a black mini-skirt, and a purple Legalize Gay tee shirt. Alexander walked back into the room; he sat in a black chair. I noticed everyone was sitting, and I felt out of place. I sank down onto the love seat behind me.
    “I was thinking we could go to the art museum today,” said Xander. “The four of us.”
    “Oh, that would be fun,” said Lucy enthusiastically.
    I looked over at Alexander. “I don’t think Alexander or I have anything to do today, I‘m sure we can go,” I said.
    “Yes, my schedule is free today,” he said. “We’ll go now.”
    He stood up, and walked over to the apartment door. Lucy, Xander, and I followed. We went outside, it was hot, but there were gray clouds in the distance.
    “We will walk,” said Alexander. He started down 7th Avenue. I walked behind Lucy and Xander. They talked with their heads leaned in close. Every few minutes I could hear Lucy giggle. Young love was amazing; they didn’t really know what it was. Yet they knew it better than adults ever could.
    After a moment, Alexander came back to me. He let Lucy and Xander lead the way. Alexander took my hand, and held it in his. I smiled inwardly; it was nice to have him. I had wanted him for so long, now to admit it, and have him, made me feel complete. I never wanted this moment to end, not between Alexander and I, or being with Xander and Lucy. I wished this was permanent, but it was only temporary.
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'I had my photo taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
I work for a magazine,which was doing an article about British language learners.As an experiment,they asked me to learn a completely new language for one month.Then I had to go to the country and do some"tests"to see if I could"survive"in different situations.I decided to learn Polish because my great-grandmother was Polish and I have some relatives there.I can already speak French and Spanish quite well but Polish isn't a latin-based language so I knew it would be completely different.

I did a one-month intensive course at a language school in Birmingham.I thought I was good at languages before...
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posted by Epismatic
You held up your pumpkin spice finger,

With a playful wink,

Your sweetness saved me several times,

When I was on the brink,

The warmth within your spritely smile,

Allowed me to be real,

Your cinnamon and sugar hugs

They taught me how to feel.

I'd run down to the coffee shop,

So I could see your face.

You've seen me at my happiest,

You've seen me in disgrace.

And though you're always beaming,

Still I feel the need to say,

It's okay if you have some days,

Where your spice fades away.
posted by ashesandwine
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"Catherine's POV"

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Chapter 2 - New Boy

    I was hyperventilating as my angel walked past me on to his first class. He walked into the door of Mr. Emmi’s class, which was also my first class. I learned that my angels name is Stefan. His sisters names were Colleen and Carmen. His brothers, Jacob and Leo.
    His voice was heavenly. Sweet and daring. He walked to the last empty desk. It was beside me. I moved my purse from off the desktop and smiled at him politely. His answering smile made me hyperventilate again. I could have sworn I heard him chuckle.
    We...
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posted by ZekiYuro
San Francisco is a very cool place.It's the home of hippies and 'flower power',and it's full of friendly,relaxed people.It's also one of the USA's most attractive cities.


Facing the Pacific Ocean to the west and San Francisco Bay to the north and east,it's famous for its hills with their fantastic views of the Bay,and its beautiful bridges.It's a perfect base for a holiday,close to the Napa Valley,home of the Californian wine industry,and a few hours'drive from the mountains of the Sierra Nevada.
The best way to explore San Francisco is on foot.Walk slowly through North Beach,with its relaxed...
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posted by CullenProperty
"I'd like a room please," Nick tells the front desk clerk. The old lady give both of us a look over and purse her lips then rolls her eyes.
"ID please," she tells us, "both of you," she looks at me.
"Mine's in the car, I'll be right back," I tell Nick, smiling at the lady.
I come back and the lady is defeated, she really didn't think I had one, but I showed her! She gives my drivers license back with a roll of the eyes and watches me as Nick fills out the paperwork.
"What's the license plate, Grace?" he asks.
My mouth drops and my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I turn around so the lady...
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