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It was 10 o'clock at night and I was growing more tired by the hour. Here I sat at the bar, as I have every evening for the past decade. I downed my full glass of whiskey, savoring its familiar woody and aggressive flavor—just enough to rouse me from the lethargy that had gripped me lately.
"Time to close up, Mr. Williams," said the bartender....
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed the previous story. I'm venturing into writing, and although I'm more skilled in scientific writing than in literary endeavors, I'm eager to improve. I welcome any constructive criticism you may have.
Soon, I will start a series of short stories that I hope you'll find appealing.
Best regards.
The night the events occurred was a Monday afternoon. On Wednesday, after the judicial procedures of the case, her mother was able to bury her. It was a small event, only family and very close relatives. I found out about the funeral because Leonor made some friends at the office, and they did have contact with her mother. I thought a lot about going to...
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All the information I am about to share was gathered some time after the events in this story, but I'll present it here to maintain chronology.
Leonor lived through her version of hell, driven by the methods she used to earn money. Her initial motive was to cover her brother's debts from past crimes and drug-related issues, all accompanied by threats to her life and...
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One afternoon, we found ourselves in my car, a luxurious Seat Leon model, engaged in conversation and laughter. Accidentally pressing a button on the steering wheel control, the music mode shifted from Bluetooth streaming to the radio. Surprisingly, a famous Mexican song filled the air, singing, "Friends, just friends and nothing more… How much I would give to shout our love to them, to tell
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My relationship with Layla continued, becoming deeper and more casual, filled with love. Initially, it was just a carnal exchange, a pursuit of mutual pleasure that brought us together. Over time, we started enjoying each other's company beyond the confines of a hotel, evolving into something akin to a teenage courtship.
Unbeknownst to me, or perhaps knowingly but ignoring it, I found myself falling in...
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I spent some time, a couple of months to be exact. I continued with my usual, relatively stable life. I had an excellent job and received a significant promotion that led to a substantial salary increase. In my family life, things were slowly improving, and I once again felt integrated and loved by my family.
The stability in my personal life brought me complete satisfaction....
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My routine was already well-established. I had achieved success at work, and even my change in mood led my wife to become affectionate and attentive once more. However, that satisfaction and the increase in dopamine from the temporary pleasure were extremely addictive. I couldn't stop, even if it meant carrying out multiple lies and maneuvers to keep it a secret.
I remember the moment vividly....
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amorous:
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corico:
Wow
Life goes on. Upon returning from my father's funeral celebrations, I found myself growing increasingly sad, although I didn't show it. Meanwhile, she became more absorbed in her own problems. I did notice some improvement in her attitude thanks to medication, but her attention towards me was practically nonexistent. I tend to be self-sufficient, so I didn't demand anything. Instead, I gave her the time...
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"Good afternoon, I have your results," the human reproduction specialist stated in a firm voice. "Unfortunately, despite our attempts, implantation was achieved, but the fetus was lost a few weeks later." The news hit my wife like a heavy stone. She started to cry, and I supported her on my shoulder, giving her a sincere hug. We had undergone the treatment because of her desire...
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Who am I? Difficult to describe. It depends on perspective, time, and place. Descriptively, I'm a mature man, close to 40 years old, a few years older, a few years younger. I'm already far removed from the random and risky decisions of adolescence and also distant from the definition of my professional life. I could be considered mature in terms of emotional stability and economics....
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"I would like to share a story with you, a life story, a story of the heart... a story about my suicide girl, a story I never imagined living. It's about the way it imprinted itself on my heart and took control of it..."
corico:
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