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At the top of the staggering wooden staircase, muffled voices reach me "acute, squeaky sounds, followed by grunts asking for silence. I prepare for whatever surprise it made Penelope drag me out of the house and take me to a three-story event hall.My friend spared herself in not saying anything halfway by car, and in the other half, as we walked along the hot and empty sidewalk, she only remembered that my pot shower would happen this afternoon. When I asked the reason why Hunter wasn't summoned to what I imagined to be a small pre-wedding party, Penelope just said he would be too busy with "boy things".It terrified me even more.Allowing my family to surround him during breakfast had already been a sacrifice. Not that I fear the poison expelled in every provocation of my older brother or my mother. Hunter had a tolerance for indirects that differed a lot from my absorption of offenses. But even if they take your attention talking about favorite games and places in the world, I'm su
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I look at Glenda.“Children? How did that happen?”As simplistic as the question is, I only do it because I remember Glenda twisting her nose every time we talked about our loving future. Fifteen years ago, she was the only one who was not allowed to fall into the charms of the popular boys of high school, and stated categorically that she would never have children. I was absolutely convinced that he had inherited the worst defects from his parents and did not want to spread them with more children in the world.She gestures with her shoulders, and her speckled hair, at waist height, ripple with the movement."We drunk too much, the condom burst, the milk came in, and the babies came out, "severe in a hiss.Laughing, I position myself in front of the panel in gold and black tones that cover one of the walls. Jessica prepares the camera, Penelope, Samantha and Francine run to be part of the photograph, and Glenda squeezes her thin arm around my waist."Say "penis" "orders Mareen in a l
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I can't find a better way to thank than to laugh; let the pain inside me be drowned by the idiocy that only friends can understand. Because I haven't felt that way in a long time. Unlike the experience that Hunter had given me last night, and so similar to what I feel in my work, after closing a widely profitable deal.While my godmothers and friends play with each other to relieve my fatigue, a fun goes through my head when I remember Hunter saying to imagine me with a whip. I can't help thinking and my mouth bends in a secret smile, as I test the weight and texture in both hands.The games, finally, end with a small piggy bank passing from hand to hand in our circle of chairs.The purpose of the game is purely to say where we would like to kiss the little pig, and we cannot repeat the place that has already been chosen. Being the first, I choose the ear and pass it to Penelope, she chooses the butt, and this causes another rain of laughter. Glenda gets up from the last place in the
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A single tilting window at the top of the wall indicates the time passing, because none of us has the courage to spend more than a whole second looking at the cell phone or the watch on the wrist "unless the seconds in front of the cell phone are reserved for more photos or number exchanges. Therefore, we do not realize that the night comes, and that with it brings back the men and children who were all day doing anything together."Abort fun, soldiers! Abort! "Scream Glenda, forming a shell with her hands around her mouth to echo her voice in a command.Alcohol is biting so much with our mental fallacies that no one cares about taking the monstrous penis off the cake table. I pass by it while I start removing some pieces of clothing that prevent me from walking, and throw my pink feathers in an attempt to hide the toy. This only makes him even more highlighted by the intense black.Laughing without knowing the reason, I walk away and return to my friends, greeting and meeting each of
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"Everyone will comment that you were not at the charity event last night," says Tony for the video conference call.I complain quietly."I'm a little more interested in listening to the report on industrial zones in Chicago.”My operations director gives me a stubborn look."I'm already taking care of it, Suzy. What worries me is the level of exposure that your absence has caused.”"It's only been two days, Tony.”"Exactly" he widens his eyes, exasperated. "Two days that your name doesn't stop stamping the tabloids. Did Natalie send the email I ordered?”"He sent it" and I didn't read it, but I don't dare say it. "And I still worry more about the place where we are going to take the new electronics factory.”Tony sighs, then nods, conforms."Some investors are interested in ceding degraded areas for a reasonable amount. I will send the reports by email. For now, I have no other issue to solve.”Good thing. Because the person who has made me so distracted and indifferent to the basic c
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When he holds me by the shoulders and pushes me away, passing by me, I follow him to the room."You can't be so cold to me!”"Can't I be like you? "He insinuates in a sharp tone. I raise my gaze and find it still inexpressive, bored. "You hide secrets, but you demand that I expose mine. Mind, pretend, and misrepresent, but when I do it, I'm wrong.”I blink, taking a step back."Nothing about my past would put your life at risk "my voice comes out in a thread.Hunter interrupts in the act of attaching the strap around the trunk and stares at me with slight disbelief. I feel a little bewildered by the intensity of the questions he seems ready to ask, although he is already transmitting them with his little curious frown.However, before he can say what he wants, someone knocks on the door and does not wait for an answer to open it. Lawrence appears on the threshold, smiling in a corner at us. I wonder if he may have heard anything, and I strive to forge a less unpleasant performance, ge
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"I feel so hot that my sweat is evaporating before I feel it drip. "Penelope vents, shaking herself with a piece of tulle fabric.The room of the small sewing workshop is bathed in the scorching sunset of the Vegas afternoon. The sky exhibits a deep tone of cobalt, dispensing with the presence of imminent clouds or storms. Sweating, panting and struggling to adapt my lungs to the infernal climate, I keep my attention in the mirror in front of me, where I am reflected in my immaculate wedding dress.Seven days after my Lingerie tea, I find myself under pins and needles from the seamstress who adapts and perfects the dress that has been passing on for years to every woman in our family. The heavy shiny satin will have received more cuts and adjustments than can be expected from a garment worn once every decade, and perhaps this is the reason why in my turn there are more fabrics inflaming and surrounding the delicate base.A fusion of Organza decorates the bulky skirt around my hips, wh
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"Is enough" my mother rushes to support Berenice, pulling her without the slightest delicacy. "Today is not the day for this, Berenice! If you can't behave together, we'd better wait at home.”Penelope seeks lost calm, sighing, but does not make any movement to get away from Hunter. Maybe you're afraid of your own state of mind and don't want to risk another demonstration of anger.We just watch as my mother and aunt crawl out, followed closely by my sister. Nobody talks for a long time. Even Glenda's baby is silent, limiting himself to small grumblings of a child who has just been in tears."What happened to your brother? “Hunter questions, hoarse.Still trembling, I realize that your game is to discover through someone else what I don't allow myself to say, and my nostrils dilate by anger."You shouldn't even be in here, Hunt!”"Past is past," softens Glenda, swinging to lullaby her son. "Nothing that Suzy's family says is true, Hunter. Don't worry.”"It's been a long time," answers
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