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“See that guy standin’ over there?” Chad nodded. “That ugly son of a bitch is my best friend, and this here is his favorite table. So, I’m gonna make you two a deal. I’ll give you a hundred dollars for this table. You can use the cash to take your date some place nice. Go somewhere you can talk and get to know each other. Come on Chad, you can’t have a nice conversation in a place like this. All you can get in here is hepatitis or stabbed.” Chad took the bill and without another word the couple, hand in hand, beat it for the door.

She touched the big pink teddy bear with appreciative hands, looking like it was the most interesting thing. “Her name is Mrs Tinkerberry,” Chloé explained enthusiastically, with pride in her small voice. “She’s very smart and likes to drink lots of tea.” Anelia nodded in understanding, her eyes still wide. “I can completely tell, she looks very smart. Well, who drinks her tea with her?”

P. I quickly explained that all of my knowledge came from one source only, my best friend Karsyn was a football fan and always dragged me along to watch the games. “Well if you ask me I’m glad you know who I am. The only problem now is I am at a disadvantage.” He said this so calmly yet his eyes showed a bit of flirtation in them. How could he Mr. MVP be at a disadvantage? He was famous and well known while I was nobody. I looked at him questioningly, “Why are you at a disadvantage?” He smiled as his eyes sparkled then leaned in closer and said, “While I find it flattering that you know me, it makes me wish I knew who you were. Now I have nothing to flatter you with.”

There is a high wall circling around the premises with barbed wire at the top. The drive to Chicago takes about an hour. Mr. Falaguerra works on the laptop that he used last night. At one time he answered the phone, but he spoke a forigin language so I couldn’t make out what that was about. I sneak a few glances at his laptop but the words and numbers there make no sense to me. The mall we stop at is not one I have been to before, but that is not surprising at all. Every shop is immaculate and luxurious. Every item looks as if they cost more than my whole wardrobe at home.

Pear called out. “Selling soup is a little bit cheap. It's a bit expensive. Vegetables are grown in the garden, don’t spend money to buy and aren’t as expensive as abroad, no need to count each stem. Water is full in the well. Woods are full around the hill.” Mr. Pine spoke up. That means Daisy scoops up the soup a little more. But they don’t want to say it directly.

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.

Chelsea asked the girl. "New arrivals are all sold at a five percent discount. Let me calculate it for you." She picked up a calculator and looked up. "After the discount, it is 519 dollars." Before Chelsea could say something, Jared blurted out, "So expensive?" After saying that, he regretted it. How could the shoes in this shop be cheap as it was well-decorated? He was like a bumpkin who had entered a world that did not belong to him. He was not used to it at all.

Peter will surely take me back for his unholy intentions. I am ashamed to think this way but I can't help it. I need money to survive. The pay wasn't that great but was reasonable seeing I just work part-time there. It was hard enough to get through the basic expenses but I could live with it. Something is better than having nothing.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

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