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A Forbidden Dance Ch.2Azra's POV
"Keep your hopes up high and your head down low!" blared from the speakers at my place of employment, our local mall's Hot Topic.
"Hey, go restock some of those shirts in the front." My manager said, no, demanded. He's nice to the costumers mainly the female ones but when it comes to his employees, it's like he is on is man-period.
I go into the back of the store to get a random box of t-shirts. I hope it's the right one I need because I have no desire to come back. It's almost the end of my shift and I just want to go home, ya know?
I get back to the front of the store. I set the box and myself on the floor. I open
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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