Spitting Image (Disventure Camp)

Spitting Image (Disventure Camp)

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture22 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., sept. 26, 2024
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Everlie took a deep breath and ripped open the envelope. There wasn't much inside. In fact, all there was was a small, worn-looking polaroid picture, taken in sepia. In the photo was a man, smiling peacefully as he read a book on a loveseat in what appeared to be a library. His hair was long and dark, and he wore an argyle sweater vest on top of a light colored button up shirt. He also had glasses...just like her. Though his were much more narrow and rectangular in shape. On the back, it appeared that Cassie had actually written on the back of it in blue pen. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓? 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒. So...it was true. Her father was really still alive.
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I stop at the last room, stare at the number on the door and crosscheck it with the one with me. I stuffed the paper away and ready myself for what lies behind the closed door. I lean on the door for a while and could hear voices but were incoherent. I tap twice on the door and the voices stopped. I repeated the process and received a response that sounded more like Hillary's voice. "Who is it?" He asked from behind the door. I knocked back instead, I didn't trust myself to sound differently. The door flew open in a second and I quickly wedge the door with my leg to prevent him from shutting it on my face. His face went pale on seeing me. I scanned him from head to toe. He was only in his brief. He tried blocking my view with his body but I push him aside forcefully. "Who is at the door, love?" Love? What a joke! Both our eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. I thought I heard my heart leap but not for joy, in pains. It was as though a knife was scrolled into my chest. "This is your Ghana?" I scoffed and walked past him in the direction of the voice, "I was at the door" I said catching her attention... • • • • • A charming couple (Nick and Lauren ) had to navigate their way out of a storming marriage that was once cemented by love. A single mistake is about to pull the string of their marriage apart. °°°°

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