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2 Pip Scribbling around in the muck on your hands and knees. That 's not a good look. Xolelwa. I don 't blame myself! I blame Lebo! She sold me! It 's like it 's happening now... Where is she? Is she okay? Sphe is pregnant. Look, I know it changes things, but not between us. We 're perfectly fine. - Have some tea. - Thank you, but you really didn 't have to. I wanted to. It 's so lovely to have you back. Living in this house... full of men. No ways. I 'd like us to have dinner at…

her eyes. "Oh, Halle... I 'm so scared of falling in love... I like him so much like I 'd never like anyone before. What I felt for Lance was nothing compare to what I 'm feeling for this guy, and I just met him... He 's brutally handsome, smoking hot... He 's a dream!... I don 't know what to do my friend, my heart is screaming to let him in, while my head is telling me to stay away." She touched my hands and advised me to do what my heart is indicating me. "Oh, Michael... Don 't be afraid to…

A situation where I experienced all six stages of Brommel’s Stages of the Conflictual Process is with an ex-boyfriend of two years. In the beginning of our dating process he had an ex-girlfriend that he still had feelings for which influenced him to stay in contact with her without my knowledge. Four months in he disappeared on me and cut all communication off with me. I then discovered that it was due to him returning to dating his ex-girlfriend. This made me livid. But after two weeks he…

your car.” She blurted just as I pulled in front of her place. After a few seconds she jumped in the passenger seat. “Well hello there! So where are we heading?” I asked. “Hm, let me see we could go to that little stop 4 blocks from here. You know the one with”, I cut her off. “Yeah, I know where to…

anymore, and I never wanted to make any mistake like this for the rest of my life. Because of somethings in my life have been hard, I have changed from careless to caring. My freshman year of highschool, was wild and also nervous about being the younger ones in high school. I didn’t care about anything, beside my grades in school. I was a great student in school, I made excellent grades, and I got along with everyone. The first semester of my freshman year, I was playing volleyball. I had games…

So I turned to the only thing I could think of, music. Surprisingly, music did help. But it was specially your music, and you four in general that helped me. You’ve said before that one of your goals was that you would like to be an escape from reality for your fans. For me, you were that little escape. I could close my eyes and listen to your music. It made me feel like I had no worries anymore. No pain. Those sharp words being said…

in the house. Once me and father came home, she would tend to us and make dinner. When I was a young boy we moved into the city of Babylon to become more successful and to have a better life. Father says that because we are coming together to live one area we have a better chance selling our crops and buying other people 's goods. It is a beautiful city, especially with the Ishtar Gate and its colorful glazed brick that guards the palace. Even though we…

Who would have known that they end up getting married. Now look at them, Ryan shakes his head. You have no one to blame but yourself. Walking into his empty condo. Jenna was quiet during dinner. Only answering when needed. The kids were excitedly talking about their day. When they got home, Jenna saw the papers Ryan faxed to her. Scanning through the papers quickly. Happy with the proposals. Hoping Mr. Phillips would be too. Surprised that Ryan didn 't put up much of a fight…

sorting out my boots properly? God help you, lad, if they don't, as otherwise on Tuesday I will then be laying 10 dozen strokes of a cane across your backside. If you think the pain in your backside is bad now, imagine how much more painful double the number of strokes, each laid on harder than yesterday, will be. So, buck your ideas up. lad, and present boots on Tuesday that are up to…

not deserve such a fate! You bastard!" Intrigued the King stepped out from behind the wall of thrity or so archers, "And who are you?" he questioned calmly as though nothing had happened. Heart sank, stomach knotted as Arien's angered gaze became one of burning hatred and disdain. "I am Arien! True King of Volsted!" "Ah, your Agor's brat," said the King, as he took a step further down the hill. Drawing twin swords, he gave a wicked laugh, "Come. Claim my throne, that is if you think yourself…