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All my life I gave up or gave in to others. I was always trying to please anyone who was even a little nice to me. I had hoped that if I did that, I’d receive some of their affection in return. I allowed myself and my worth to mean nothing to others, to be seen as a pushover, to be hit and hurt and laughed at.
Whoever said you couldn’t experience heaven clearly hadn’t tasted these croissants; they were pure bundles of baked joy.
However, right now, I have a crisis of a different kind to deal with. Fajitas or Lasagne?
His grin widens, “I’m more of a doer, not a talker, Red.” “Funny, every time we meet, you don’t stop talking.” He freezes, his brows furrowing, an odd look forming in his eyes as he stares at me.
I actually hate all these characters sm
My brothers didn’t realise they'd already changed even in our few encounters with her. There's a calm and comfort in her presence that seems to soothe some of their darkness without them even knowing it. But I was different. The darkness in me would never yield.
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