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gan.

twenty minutes ago. I stared at the food on the drawer, tempte

nce with Morgan and I concluded that she must be her mother

to be wild but ended up making a gra

er gaze. I didn't say much around. I know she was expecting to h

eart when the little girl wrap

desire to stay with me. I was marveled at that. Even when I b

ling and tasty. My worms danced excitedly as the scent

as I munch on the food. This was tasty, delicious, and he

water when I heard a familiar voice ec

wide gap-toothed smile. He picked up the w

he placed his suitcase in the drawer next to the

" He uttered. I rolled my

asked in a low voice that could pass for

ld be just me alone," He

'm being

Sure, It is just me. Although, most speculations

No ears should hear of it," I said

s I hate such and he quickly cor

, Sir?" He suddenly blu

My face twisted in agony as I felt a sharp pain in my head. I

turned pale, " What if th

Sho

. My eyes flew open. I sc

was. If they did, they would hav

ow, poor

ho I am," I said with an assuran

hrowing orders around like the new boss," Stilt

Sir," Stilton dropped much to my chagrin. I

't go to the extent of trying to end my life. Moreov

which he hands to me. A re

I listened to the voices. I cr

eturn now, Sir," Stilton says

ow for now. I sucked in my breath

t shou

at the ceilings. I hea

e?" I heard Stilton's

helping himself to the food. I groaned

uld like more of these,"

ly and made a run out of the door. The nurse walked in shortly to do her r

e here?" I pleaded, giving her a handsome, boyish smile

n a piece of paper. I mumbled a thanks as I stared down at the

ce startled me and my hands folded in

ilton?" I returned in a ti

ago," He said and I couldn't miss

t? Did I re

e smile, "Did I?" I asked

my head backward and gave o

You have now been disc

d the

f by one...." He scratched the ba

st be her.

i

as a formal and simple blue colored shirt, white tr

courtesy of Stil

your mobile

ly dialed Sally's number. I have a perfe

y nose flared red. No one dares to

eply. My grip on the phone became s

be keeping

e on the table. A sharp surge of pa

e sees my face contorting painfully. I ign

n on the cushion. It somehow manag

dn't put.... yourself through stress..." St

oon, I was facing the ceilings again. It

thunderously and he almost dropped it

weet, feminine voice s

t the anger which had welled

this time, her voice sou

I responded in a

word. Maybe she was contemplating who it was