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Vnderbilt, but his late friend is in the final year of Wake Forest, so he and his friends will surely come and tell us everything, share with us information about professors and women's groups in Keep us away from trouble, and "good stuff." I thank you, I feel a little easier to breathe. "Nothing," Andy said. Then added, "Margot will be happy to hear you. You know she wants to talk to you about bed sheets or curtains or something ... I really hope you like pink. "I replied enthusiastically," Yeah. Yes. It's a lie that will be repeated many years later, even Andy pulled out to poke me at dinner before our wedding, much to cheer for Margot. And our best friends, all those who admit that even though they are feminine, I'm still a girl. " That's good, "Andy said. "A pair of heavenly companions in pink paradise." I smiled thoughtfully, despite the unknown about Margot, she had a very adorable brother. Then turned out to be, I was right about both. Andy and Margot. He is very adorable, and she absolutely has nothing to do with me. First of all, we have many differences in appearance. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, white skin, attractive attractive. And I have dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin even in the midst of a gray day, and tall sportsman. We are all equally attractive, but Margot seems gentle, flexible while I can be described simply by the word beautiful. Our living environment can not be any different. Margot lives in a large, splendid, beautifully landscaped, sprawling estate on several beautifully planted acres in the richest part of Atlanta - an invaluable estate. I grew up on a small farm with orange kitchen counters like in Brady Buch in the Pittsburgh area. Margot's father is a famous professor in the boards of many companies. My dad was a salesman - selling mediocre items such as projectors to show boring, tedious films that lazy lazy teachers often catch watching. Mother Margot used to be a gorgeous woman in Charleston, with fashionable aesthetics like Babe Paley (1) and a beautiful, noble body. My mother used to be a normal secondary arithmetic teacher before she died of lung cancer, though she never smoked, the day before my thirteenth birthday. Margot had two brothers, both They are very good afternoon. Her family is of the Protestant Southern Anglo-Saxon faith, like the Kennedy family, playing beach volley on Sea Island, skiing every winter, and Christmas holidays in Europe. My sister and I spent the same time in Jersey Beach with our grandparents. We have no passports, never been out of the country and just got on the plane every time.Margot is the cheering captain and former school captain, always filled with the confidence gained through the The rich, the generous travel of the noble lineage. I'm a quiet person, nervous a little, and despite my longing for integration, I feel much more comfortable standing on the sidelines. But regardless of the differences, we became close friends. together. And then a few years later, in the story will be the perfect recollection on the couch, I fell in love with her brother. The person I knew would be as cute as the kind he had shown. But a lot of things happened before I married Andy and after Margot's letter came in my mailbox. Many things. And one of them is Leo. The person I love before I love Andy. My person will become angry, but still love, long after we broke up. For whom, after all, I have finally forgotten. Then meet again, many years later, on a pedestrian street in New York City. (1) Babe Paley (1915 - 1978): A beautiful American woman, considered a fashion icon in the world, used to be editor in chief of Vogue magazine. She died of lung cancer. Chapter PreviousNext Menu DO NOT LOSE by Mgid This tip gives me 280 million monthly! To earn $ 600 per day for this, you just need the Internet! Do not let the breath smell away from others How to use this miraculous way to remove varicose veins Even deep wrinkles can be remedied for 14 days. This application helps me make $ 600- $ 800 a day online I made 350 million with this tip! Very easy, you just fat on the belly and sides will disappear in just 3 days! Sstruyen.com.vn is a website for reading interesting online stories with full of genres of love stories, stories, stories. The story is updated in the fastest way and support read on any device such as mobile or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, fiction, teen, gifts, companyc events, delicious, make cheap car keys, lock safes, make piaggio car keys

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Love You By The Side - Chapter 3

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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 3
"Where are you?" Leo asked.
I breathed hard when weighing the answer. For a moment I think you want to ask with a hidden meaning - Where are you in your life? - and I almost told him about Andy. My friends and family. My photography work. The place where I am staying nice and happy new life how much. Answers that until recently I often drafted in the bathroom or on the subway, hoping for the occasion. The opportunity to tell Leo that I survived and went on with so much greater happiness.
But as soon as I open my mouth to say those words, I suddenly realize what Leo really is asking. Do you want to know exactly where I am sitting or standing or walking? In New York's small corner, am I digesting and thinking about what just happened?
The question that confuses me is the feeling of being confused about someone being asked for weight or money earned or any other private questioning that people do not want answered at all. But, if you refuse to answer publicly, people are afraid of being hid or harsh. Then, of course, people find an alternative and try to come up with a polite, perfect answer. Only my scales know ... Money is never enough, I'm afraid. Or, in this case:
But at times like that, I always clumsily blurted out the correct answer. My true weight. My salary details to every dong. Or, in this case, the name of the cafeteria where I was sitting drinking coffee on a cold day.
That's good, I think, when it comes to the tip of my tongue. After all, perhaps it is better to tell the truth. Hiding can be re-emerged as if trying to be courteous: guess where you are. Find me, why do not you do that.
Anyway, Leo answered quickly, understanding. "Okay," he said, as if this eatery was a special place we frequented. Or worse, as if I anticipate I can only be there. Then he asked if I was alone.
It does not matter to me, I want to say that, but instead I open my mouth again and utter a crude, simple, inviting word. Like a single red caviar sneaked in between two rows of black flags, only to be eaten.
Of course, Leo says, "Good. I came right here. Do not go. "Then he cut off the phone before I could answer. I folded the phone, and suddenly panic. The first instinct told me to get up and leave. But I told myself not to be cowardly. I can handle seeing him again. I am a mature woman, steadfast, have a happy marriage. So what's so horrible when you meet your ex-boyfriend, chatting politely to each other? Also, if I run away, would not I be putting on a game where I have no reason to play at all? A game that ended a long time ago!
So instead of doing that, I started eating the loaf. It does not taste - just like a piece of cloth - but I still chew and swallow, do not forget to sip coffee. I do not allow myself to look in the mirror again. I will not add a new layer of lip gloss, or even do not even check whether the teeth are sticky. Leave a poppy seed cake between the incisors. I have nothing to prove to him. And there is nothing to prove to myself.
That was my last thought before I saw your face through the rainforest door of the restaurant. My heart started rumbling, my legs were rumbling. I think it would be good if I had one of Andy's heart pills - the harmless drug he drank before each trial to keep his mouth dry and his voice not shaking. Andy insists he is never too nervous, but his body expressions say the opposite. Just as now I am telling myself not to stress. Only my body is betraying my mind and heart. Correct.
I looked at Leo as he shook the umbrella around the restaurant, glancing at Annie, who was cleaning the floor under a chair. At first he did not see me, and somehow, it

gave me a bit of strength.
But it immediately disappeared when his eyes met my eyes. He flashed a slight smile at me, then lowered his head and strode towards me. A few seconds later he stood by my desk, taking off his black leather jacket that I remember very well. My belly rolled up and down. I was afraid he would bend down and kiss my cheek. But no, that's not your style. Andy often kisses my cheek. Leo never did that. True to capital style d