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t come home

lly, clutching her stuffed giraffe. The rain lashed agai

ake Zoe some oatmeal. The large flat-screen TV o

ping from my hand and c

r at the bottom read: NEW YORK SABERS ANNOUNCE STRAT

stom-tailored suit. Standing right besi

' captain Jared Montgomery announced today that the team's new health and public image initiative will be spear

something into Crystal's ear that made her laugh-a gen

ow laugh escap

a grieving ex-girlfriend. He was busy handing her a golden co

Center from the ground up. I wrote the core AI algorithm, 'Morpheus', that kept his shatte

d the team's resources to a woman whose only experti

. The last thread of hope I had for th

hen the front do

ied. As he took off his coat and tossed it onto the armcha

e perfume. It was clinging to hi

sofa. He walked over, his posture completely authori

lt in his voice. "We need to talk about the Re

ed up at him.

Sports Rehab Center," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She has experienc

or biomechanics," I stated, my voice eerily calm. "I

sh, Jensen. The lab was funded by Montgomery money; therefore, i

peated, the hypocrisy m

hs. Your distraction with the lab is the reason she isn't getting better. You have failed to be a proper m

deepest pain as an excuse to steal my career a

s, dependent housewife who would j

rning his back on me. "I expect your desk to be c

om, listening to his foots

le drop. My mind was sharper and cle

d typed a text to my best friend, Esther Gilm

t ruthless, bloodthirsty divo