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It was a brisk Friday afternoon in October.
Kitka Falcón trudged up the stairs to her new apartment, lugging her suitcase behind her. She was eager to see if there was anyone whom she might enjoy conversation with.
    Kitka brushed her golden blonde hair out of her abnormally sharp eyes as she reached her new home. She got out the key and opened the door, dumping her luggage right inside and sitting down across from it, exhausted from the long hike up the stairs. She really did want to meet some people, but first she desperately needed some rest. She took of her shoes and...

I actually hate this chapter, but oh well. Here it is.
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“If 당신 want some girl time, Marlene Oder lives in the apartment just down the hall, Carlotta Perky’s on the 초 story, Shelly Astaire’s across the hall from us, and I guess if it comes down to it—”
    “Hi, Kowalski,” someone said behind them.
    “—there’s always her,” Kowalski finished, turning around with Kitka.
    Behind them stood a young woman wearing a faded denim jacket,...

I have so little left now. So few things to hold dear, so little to call my own. Few happy memories. I am unsure of anything. Who I am, where I stand, where i belong. Will i be forced to scrape together a meager existence, 또는 shall I follow his lead, 가입하기 his cause and ruin everything?

Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that 일 as plainly as though it were yesterday.

I can remember what clothes I...

I didn't walk into this to write some overly dramatic cliche " It was a dark and stormy night...." crap. This is serious business, here, and I'm not too sure I'm keen on sharing it.
I'm not sure what to feel anymore, but I can tell 당신 one thing: Scars run deep. That's a given in this game. It's do 또는 die, and I don't want to do either. Knowledge carries a high price, I've learned. Too much can be dangerous. Too little makes 당신 expendable. In the game of Life, I'm sure we're all in agreement here, there should be cheat codes.

About a 년 ago, I moved to New York City and tried to change,...