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If I Were Lady Whistledown
I can’t lie — I’m a big fan of Lady Whistledown (and that pen name!). In season 2 of the Netflix series Bridgeton, she becomes a focal point, understandably. Once they revealed her identity and her discretion while gathering her stories is shown, it reminded me of myself. Not because I’m a gossiper (like at all!) but because I overhear a lot of conversations that I wish not to be part of — but which I sometimes go back to in my head to build dialogues. Never do I intend to eavesdrop on anyone, but for some reason I find myself in that situation quite a lot. (Anyone remember Eavesdropping…
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Tales of a Friendzoned Night of Champagne
“Here’s to a fun night!” she raises her glass. But the only thing he raises in response is an eyebrow. Studying the bottle now planted on the table, he tightens his lips, holding back a laugh. “What’s the matter?” she asks. “You wanna walk around with that?” Puzzled, she glances at the bottle and right back at him. “It’s legal…” “Cheap champagne? It should be illegal.” “Your vodka isn’t all that either,” she refutes his disapproval. “Not like we’re finishing the whole bottle anyway… I knew we’d prob’ly get too drunk to appreciate the good sh—t.” “Let’s just finish it up before we get to the park.” “God, you’re such…
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Love at Ten Eighty – Excerpt
“New guy alert, new guy alert!” announced Jenny. She had just come back from the academic advisor’s office. “Technically, aren’t we all new?” sassed Nana. She was always a smart-mouth. But she was right. We were all just starting the semester, but the fact that Kirk was the last student to join the class, a transfer student from Cuba, perfectly earned him that title. “Is he cute?” I asked. For some reason, being surrounded by attractive people made school all that more interesting. Nana said she thought he was cute and then threw a “but” in there. Jenny, on the other hand, didn’t think so. “Like, at all,” she said.…
