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𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑈𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠.

𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟, -𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛-𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛.

𝐼𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐴𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑒...𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐴 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝐼𝑓 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐼'𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒.

𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡...𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠? 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑.

I closed my book and set my pen down. I took off my reading glasses, neatly placing it aside. I got up and went downstairs for breakfast.

I have time to burn until work. I went to my kitchen and decided on a bacon omlete. I set my plate and grabbed myself a water.

I took a seat and just as I was about to dig in, there was a knock at my door. I exhale, gazing at my food. My stomach grumbled, indicating that if I don't eat I just might break something.

Abother knock broke me from my thoughts and I remembered you. Amelia.

I got out of my seat, hurrying to the door. I combed my hair hair back with my fingers and was bothered by the smell of food on me.

I openes the door and her back is facing me, like she was getting ready to leave.

"Amelia."

She stops, turning around. A saddened expression was on her face before it was quickly replaced with a smile.

"Eddy, hi, I thought you were already to work. I just came to apologize for last night." She turned fully to me and I set my hands in my pockets out of habit.