own for two things: being a rude little shit and a slave worker. From calling me off the clock

nomy,beggars ca

." He thinks it's funny ev

s-man?" Leave it to me

ing to see your big ass." The phone slipped from my hand.

say the president

phyra do you think I have employed?! Now stop asking stupid questions and tell me

ot that I could think of. A thought plagu

ep your

Why wouldn't he tell him after the crappy way I talked

ry about tha

ld have told you about it. I've been working fo

f this week's designer drugs. His habit has gotte

nts you at the Imperial tomorrow morning, 8 a.m. sharp. I don't

as close to kind as

t cus' the president wants

on me, a ti

de was quiet. Yesterday it was loud, but months ago the sound was

ike the people were still there. I feel a hand on my shoulder, sm

city sat. Maintained neighborhoods, pristine and secluded, never had

in one of the safer districts of downtown. Safety was short-lived, unfortunately. Once I turned

at my

cake covered in berries with numerous candles on top. A yo

ckered and laughed at me as m

hate that I still hear h

had to bite my knuckle to stif

to the bowl, kick off my shoes and

the bowl was an overd

you have a good

ge–over the years she's shrunk because of an incurable bone disease that I can't pronounce

she's a secretary for

ite with her mother. The roads are e

, let's no

Dynamo again? I know you l

thinks I'm that little gi

ing on celebrities." Especially when I casually br

ied not to look her in th

The one that quietly commands you to dum

wrong." The

f a cup of coffee at the sa

o come clean. Even now at 30 years old, I

I'm se

eed to tell your old fuddy-duddy momma about any

wing that my dear daughte

h, stuff...stuff happened toda

ping hot coffee,

me basis

ot the

hat did you

tom lip, I ex

a superhero like him." Not with him. That

u were a heartbreaker honey." I rolled my

how I said it. Or, rather, what I

She already knew. I hate t

ers through my

e bad shit in the city. Blamed hi

No, she was disappointed and I hated that even more. When her hands folded over mine, my breat

op me. Who co

e had a key, of course–it was her house. No

so bad right now." The words ripped fr

opened them again, coming f

ntangling itself as I st

iful?" The love o