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It hadn’t happened just once, she’d fantasized about kissing...

It hadn’t happened just once, she’d fantasized about kissing Joshua Gray daily for almost a year. When the crush of the subway commuters became too much, she’d close her eyes and imagine Josh, not a stranger, was sitting too close; if she didn’t open her eyes, the trick worked well enough to get Sophia home without panicking.

She lay in bed with her head in the crook of her arm that night — the night the kiss actually happened. She should have been happy. It wasn’t that he didn’t live up to her expectations or that she felt she was in love with an idea, not a person: she would have liked the Joshua Gray stuck in the museum with her even if she hadn’t had preconceived notions of him. He was supportive and sweet and he had those eyes.

Chapter 9

http://www.melaniesurani.com/index.php/novels/lostinthemuseum/lost-in-the-museum-chapter-9/

I started a new account because that’s what I do....

I started a new account because that’s what I do. @artynovel for my arty things.

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When someone steps out of their comfort zone or does an activity they usually avoid, don't make a big deal out of it. The extra attention may discourage them from doing it again.

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I want to apply for a job at this company

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This blog is Dedicated to anyone suffering from Anxiety! Please Follow Us if You Can Relate: ANXIETYPROBLEMS

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When your cat is trying her hardest to get attention from you…

The yellow R in the train’s front window identified a line he’d...

The yellow R in the train’s front window identified a line he’d taken many times, stationary in a platform lit by dim overhead bulbs. The lighting rendered the name denoted on the mosaic walls illegible. The station was designed to resemble a smaller, one-way stop, probably in Queens or Brooklyn.

Alone and silent, the place didn’t feel like New York. Wheels didn’t screech through the tunnels or rumble above; no voices clamored in the distance. The darkness and quiet closed in, solid.

The conclusion of Chapter 8

http://www.melaniesurani.com/index.php/novels/lostinthemuseum/lost-in-the-museum-chapter-8-2/

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