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Me and my ex boyfriend have been together for almost 3 years. Besides the arguments & mistakes we both made, i thought everything was fine. He would always take me out, buy me things i really wanted, gave me money when i needed it, came with me to every doctor appointment & been there when i lost a baby. Last monday he left me for another girl. He claims because he think i cheated and wasnt being truthful to him but i think its an escape goat for him to be with someone else. He led me on and im trying to get the truth from him but he refuse to tell me whats been going on. I tried getting him back. But now im having dreams about marrying him, being with him again, and even felt him holding me in my sleep and thinking he was next to me. I miss him and love him terribly but dont know if he still think of me. I did so much for him and he threw 3 years away so quickly.

I'm in a dating game. Seated at a table, the women are on one side the men on the other. During intermission one of the men point out that the hair on my legs had grown long I was shocked. When the game ended I got up to leave and this same man walked up to me and chose me. He bought me clothes and gifts and put a ring on my finger he sang to me. We met friends and told them what happened they asked me if I was serious about all this, I said yes. And I began to laugh , the more I laughed the more I wanted to laugh from deep within.

My mom was possessed and wanted to kill me, I scratched her neck so badly she was bleeding and then my oldest sister appeared and hit her on her bum with a sjambok she started bleeding there too, that hurt me to see, she then tried to explain to us that she was not committing these murders intentionally, she was possessed but no one listened to her. I also saw the sky was too shades grey and maroon, my sister hit my mom in public with small boys nearby playing soccer were watching and that was also embarrassing for me

Voilà Monsieur pourquoi votre fille est malade... (à ce niveau elle n'est même plus très vivante)...Au départ journal contestataire... Quasi anarchiste. Des intellectuels de gauche . Puis virage commercial pour survivre... des initiatives socio culturelles comme les célèbres petites annonces de Libé .. Des articles culturels, et de moins en moins scientifiques. Comme Alain Duhamel, de moins en moins percutant. De moins en moins de scoops. dernièrement laisse Le Monde se farcir la corvée du scoop des attaques chimiques en Syrie. la Syrie, la grande absente des colonnes de Libé. Incapable de lire l'Histoire en train de se détruire au proche Orient. Par désintérêt? Libé devenu un Cloud, un terminal des téléscripteurs et dépêches des reporters de terrain. Mais surtout pas à l'initiative journalistique. De la Pub mensonge "Libé vous étonne"... Un journal de confort, il ne faut pas déranger les Fran?ais. On ouvre les commentaires et les basses oeuvres défilent. Merci tout de même de ne pas limiter le nombre de mots des commentaires, Le Monde oblige à être concis et donc censure... Merci à M.Alain Duhamel, même si sa prose et son discours ne sont plus percutants et se fait même moucher trop facilement par les UMP, mais il a réussi à nous éviter les commentaires les plus vulgaires, parmi ces commentaires, ce qui finalement est le plus important. Notre temps est celui du vulgaire, du facile, du clinquant, du cri-insulte, du fric trop vite gagné, de l'indifférence à la douleur d'autrui, il parait même que quand la douleur est trop grande, le cri ne sort plus... Silence.

I walked into a dilapidated mansion and found three African American children living there along with their caregiver, a long lost friend of mine from high school. We were both very happy to see each other but I noticed that my friend seemed incredibly sad. The next day there was a party for me in the house but I didn't care about the party or the guests, only finding my friend. I finally found him sitting alone in the back of a car. I joined him and asked him why he was so sad. He said he wanted me to stay with him and the children because he loved me.

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