The Riddle Of Riddles.
Chapter Ten. Was it. Wasn't it. It looked like her. The short curly brown-grey hair. The oversized glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her locket neckless, that no one knew what was inside.
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Chapter Ten. Was it. Wasn't it. It looked like her. The short curly brown-grey hair. The oversized glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her locket neckless, that no one knew what was inside.
A man walked into the pub. It was busy and moving, every person jammed next to the other. In a corner three men were playing cards, one poorly hiding an ace.
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I was about 13 when this happened to me. My mom used to work at this big office building. It was late, and we were the only ones in the building. I was sitting at my mom's desk.
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She made me sign literally 600 papers, and she read 100 rules and terms of use. It took a week, but she finally pocketed her pen and gave me a little glowing ball.
I want to see myself from others eyes. Do they hate me as much as I hate myself. Do they despise me. Do they abhor the ugliness in my heart like I do. It was a warm October day.