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I Don't Know What To Call This One
Zendaya heard them before she saw them. She’d been in the park on her daily evening walk when she’d stopped to stretch, and that’s when she heard the all too familiar sound of snickering. Opening an eye she saw two teens sitting on a nearby bench looking at her with big grins on their faces, pointing at her while doing so. They were wearing identical uniforms meaning they both attended the same private high school. It was also pretty clear that these girls thought very highly of themselves and looked down on others they considered to be less than them, why else would they be laughing at Zendaya? The woman made her way over to the pair, stopping just a few feet away. “Hello, lovely evening isn’t it?” Zendaya said politely. “Oh God Olivia, it’s trying to talk to us,” one of the girls whispered to the other, however it was intentionally loud enough for Zendaya to hear. “Excuse me?” the older woman asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Get out of here Boobzilla!” the other girl, called Olivia
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Broadcast: Chapter 66 - The End
Hayley took a deep gulp and held one hand against her enormous belly. She felt her stomach churning and this time it wasn't because of the babies. But there was only one option.
She slammed her thumb on the phone and uploaded her own exposé.
A loading bar appeared on the screen, showing several gigabytes of data now being uploaded onto the Internet. Emails between Hayley and her sources, flirtatious texts and DMs, lewd and nude photos sent around, private videos of Hayley in various compromising states. Forget about being able to work in journalism anymore: Hayley would have a hard time showing her face in town after all of this withou
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Something to hold you over..... Continuum
Something to hold you over.... Continuum
" Good morning Eva. " Doctor Crenshaw said, walking into the examination room with a clipboard in her hand.
" morning doc. " Eva cheerfully spoke, resting both of her hands on top of her gravid middle.
Eva had thrown on an old tie-dyed tank top, having it just barely fit over the top half of her growing stomach; leaving the lower half exposed for the world to see. She wore a pair of white sweat pants along with them, feeling somewhat surprised that they still were able fit over her expanding hips. Eva knew that this pregnancy was going to be a tough one, considering how quick s
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Not sure I get the point here, but as a punster, the name Misty Meaner couldn't help but catch my attention. In a mystery story that I still enjoy, it's rendered as Miss Demeanor, who is a caricature of an advice columnist.