He had to do it. He had to tell the Boss it was her who’s at fault here. He knows it is not her who had made the wrong decision. It was her superior. But she had to be out of the way or else she would be telling the Boss what he had failed to do for his department.

He had succeeded. He had put her in bad light. But they had just made it easier for her to go without that much worries. They had given her a valid reason to go. They do not deserve her.

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There was a girl who has two boyfriends.  One boyfriend belongs to a rich family while the other one is a simple guy from a simple family.   The rich boyfriend is the total opposite of the simple boyfriend.   They easily get into fights.  In short, the rich boyfriend is an immature, selfish fellow who must have been brought up to  be that way.  Probably because he easily gets the things he wanted.  Also, he is much younger.

The girl is confused which of the two will she choose over the other.   But it seemed she loves the rich guy more than the simple one.

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When I was little, about six years old, and in grade one, I get shivers when I hear the teachers and the older students talk about a rapist that had been in the school premises.  I thought of the rapist as some big monster with a hairy body and that eats little children like me.  I was so afraid that time that I did not dare ask what it looked like or what it meant when they talk about the rapist.

More than two decades after, I heard of the news that a little girl a year younger when I was in grade one  was abducted in that elementary school and was gone for a week.  She was brought back to the school, at the gate, bleeding to death.  She was raped.

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It was one of those nights that he had to walk her home from school. As they walked slowly, not wanting to hurry up, they talked a lot, about things in school, about their classmates, about everything. It was like the stories never end.

When they reach her house, he greeted her parents, waved goodbye. “No flowers?” asked her mother when he’d left. “None.”"That’s weird,” said her mother again. Thirty minutes later, he knocked on the door of her house, with a bunch of tulips. Smilingly timidly, he gave the tulips to her. She accepted them without a word but that he takes care on his way home.

Everybody was laughing when he left. “Still young. Imagine he had forgotten to buy flowers for you on Valentine’s Day!” her mother exclaimed.

“At least, he came to his senses and probably thought there’s something missing,” her father said. “And he bought tulips! I remember… I’d like to say ‘Sorry, Ma’, I haven’t given a single flower to you when we were still young.”

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Being new in the company and in the work assigned to her, Bettina started to check eagerly on the processes in each sections. She got inside one of the sections as soon as the work processes started and observed. She seated herself in one of those seats and checked on the process she was about to time study.

On the table was a small equipment and Bettina watched in awe something on top of it. It looked soft and rounded. As soon as she exclaimed, “How cute!” in sync with the movement of her index finger, she cried, “Ouch!” The equipment happens to be a soldering pot with that cute soldering lead being heated for the process. No harm in asking first, so they say.

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