Mangled Shoes

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Is it possible that he was alluding to the way that inebriated women and young girls sometimes end up as bait or unwitting victims? or the things we end up doing in this intoxicated state that we will later regret.

The truth is that males are inherently predatory animals. You have to make sure your ass is safe before you can begin teaching a man how to unlearn and relearn!

All of these words remained unsaid. Things he stated, though not in words. It's not possible to reveal the entire game at this point, is it? #Brocode.

He handed her the keys, which Deborah received.

"Thank you," she said.

"Say less." He responded.

"I will let you settle in now."

They were enjoying the results of their tireless effort. If they could have diplomatic passports, then why did they need boarding passes? Ranks came with privileges, but so did perspiration and diligence. It was by no means an easy battle for his parents to win freedom—they had struggled for this nation.

They gave thought to the laws of Apartheid. How much easier was it to move around now, Deborah wondered? Boarding tickets appeared to be the standard, even in contrast to the past, when people of color were restricted to resettlements outside of the predominantly white districts. The liberation struggle appeared to have shifted once more, even though they were largely unaffected by it. To the people, power. However, we devote so much of our attention to our appearance or speech. Even when we mastered it, etiquette still came back to haunt us.

After they entered Drew's room, Deborah arranged her stuff in a corner close to the cabinet. She made an effort to resist unpacking. This was not her home; she had to confront that fact, and who knew if Drew was headed back?

Deborah's face was turned to the bed. She gazed at the perfectly folded white towels spread out on the queen-sized bed, which had sheets made entirely of Egyptian cotton. "Texture that breathes." Like the struggling queen she was, Deborah passed asleep on the queen-size bed.

She had a dream again of being chased. What was she fleeing from, and who was the true pursuer? Family members? who flees their own family. In what way is that really feasible in terms of science? Is it not the case that we find security in family?

And what happens when you flee from yourself? Since we are only humans, it is understandable that you would start to hide behind the persona you pretend to be because you despise who you actually are.

We recognize our own faces in the mirror even when we stare at them. Nevertheless, all that is reflected back to you is a mirror image. We would require a second mirror to reverse the effects of the first one in order to view ourselves as others see us.

Goom saw Deborah had dozed off.

"All right, I suppose. We will chat later." He whispered.

As he left, he shut the door and made his way into the bedroom. Back up in bed, he jumped into position and embraced his pillow. He was worn out and depleted from being the life of the party all the time. Using his DJ tracks and dance moves.

Obviously, something had to give, as a body cannot function without rest. Goom fell asleep within the next fifteen minutes.