We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
CONFESSION OF A TROUBLED MIND
As I walked out of the cottage, I found Emanuel following me down to the very spot where all the participants were required to assemble for the game in the evening. "Listen to me," he kept calling out to me while I attempted to walk away. Frustrated, I told him, "What are you doing? Everyone's watching us. Go away!" While everyone’s eyes were upon us, I couldn’t fathom the degree to which they were trying to get to know about my matter with Emanuel. “Can we talk somewhere else?” urged Emanuel. I shook my head and pointed my index finger towards the huge round clock, and then informed him, “The next game is about to begin in thirty minutes. We don’t have a lot of time to sit here and chat about our cares.” “Thirty minutes are sufficient for a lot of things. Trust me,” he held his
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
