The love of my Wife
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  • Reads 225
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 10
  • Time 43m
Ongoing, First published May 05, 2020
The worst thing about being a celebrity is running away from paparazzi's. It feels as if I am running away from my troubles, which they are one of them, but somehow I also feel thrilled loving the chase. Even though I always claim I hated it, I became a celebrity because of all the fuss and drama the paparazzi's brought up making my life feel like an adventure. It was a love and hate relationship you could say. I loved and hated it at the same time. I run away cursing them, I read their articles complaining about them and stood in front of them wishing they could get my side profile more because I believe I look better from the side. Sometimes we humans don't even know what we actually want. 

It was a dark night I was having my usual run away routine to the park from the back of the building. I noticed a bench, it was too dark to be noticed the street light next to it must be broken because there was no light. The other benches had lights but





Adventure of an inter-racial couple.
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