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Todo es mi culpa!!!

Todo es mi culpa...

Si no hubiera mentido en aquel día, todo sería diferente y no estuviera cargando con mis pecados ahora mismo.

Las cosas serían diferentes...

- La actitud de mi hermano sería diferente.

- Mis padres no discutirán tan seguido.

- Yo sería diferente (sería mejor persona).

- Los demás no se alejarian de mí.

Pero no... porque éste estúpido se le ocurrió mentir y ahora está pagando por sus malas decisiones.

Gracias por leer.......

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  Zora couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at the response. “Perhaps that would be possibly. People do tend to get more reserved when their older - which is a real shame. Like there’s so much out there still. But I’d also like to think there are still this those who apply a sense of perspective from experience to their thinking.”

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“Damn, you’re really fuckin’ tiny.” Anton quips, staring down at the other with his head tilted. A pretty little thing, cute, lithe-- he determines she’d be easy to drag about and control.

His lips curve into an almost convincingly charming smile, changing his tune from blunt jackass to a doting middle aged man. “What’s you’re name pretty girl? Something real sweet I bet.” Against better judgement he’s leaning forward getting a look at their sweet face, wondering what it might look like smashed in.

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      Jimmy knelt down and inspected the corpse. The guy had drool coming out his mouth. Jimmy put two fingers under his nose. He couldn’t feel any breath. “Damn. This motherfucker’s dead.” What had killed him? Heart attack? Choking on his own vomit wasn’t likely -- no vomit. “Well, baby-doll, you came to the right guy. I can help you out. Now this is very important, I need you to find me a hat of some description, maybe some sunglasses too. We’re gon’na ‘Weekend-at-Bernies” this shit. Whilst your at it, bring me a vodka. I’ll deal with the body.” Jimmy instructed. He grabbed the guy and moved him onto his back. He crossed his arms over and put his feet together. He pulled out his cigarette packet and put one between his lips. His plan was to drive him to a park or something, seeing as it was an overdose if he was discovered on a park bench or something it wouldn’t of been too out-of-place. Toxicology would’ve revealed the substances floating through his system, the cops wouldn’t look into it any further. If they did, Jimmy would pay them off -- it was going to be his car they were travelling in, after all. He sparked his cigarette, figuring he’d need to be alert until he dealt with this situation. “Fine mess you’ve got here Abel, fine mess.” 

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@pormiculpa || Continued from here.

“No, I mean for some people, but not all.” There was a touch of defensiveness to his tone, eyebrows raised. “Just small lies, whether spoken or unspoken. Ones that don’t hurt anybody. You trespass somewhere, you don’t tell the authorities, that’s a lie. We all lie, you included. It’s impossible not to.”

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     “They said my outfit was Not Hot because I wore too much pink.” Eve mumbles as she tosses her phone, just so she won’t have to see the article anymore. “What the heck do they know? You can never wear enough pink!”

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     “ Just cos’ I don’t trim as much as I should doesn’t mean I’m sloppy. ”

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“You need to stop stealing my shit and altering it to fit you, you ass,” she grumbled looking at her. Faith could careless about the swiped clothing. It was the fact Abel looked better in it.

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