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I looked at my childhood home, where I’d spent most of my life. I hadn’t realized until now how strange it would feel, knowing Dad had already sold the property to someone else, and was a tenant in his own home. “You don’t have to sell it,” I said to my father, who stood beside me. “I can loan you some money, and you can—” “And I can keep an old, run-down, ugly house for sentiments that no one cares about but you?” he asked rhetorically. “No, thanks. And I told you last time…- 190.4 K • Ongoing
- I cut cleanly through the water until I reached the end of the lane, flipped into a smooth turn, and powered back toward the starting block. As I touched the wall, my teammate launched himself forward to face swimmers from the other Ivy League schools. As good a swimmer as I was, there was nothing more I could do once my leg of the relay ended. If I really wanted to, I could temporarily boost my teammates, the same way I had helped Julie while filming The Blue Lagoon. But that would’ve been pushing…
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One moment I was lifting Emily into the air, the next she was trying to attack me with everything she had. “Put me down!” she cried, panic sharp in her voice. Her hands turned into frantic, metaphorical claws, swiping wildly and coming within an inch of scratching my face clean off. So, of course, I put her down. The instant her feet touched the ground, she curled in on herself like she was trying to disappear, then bolted off the set without a word. She didn’t even pause to explain what had…- 961.0 K • Ongoing
- “Okay, where do you want to go?” I asked, my hands resting on the wheels of the Porsche 928 as I drove at a relatively slow speed for practical reasons. “I don’t know, Josh. I haven’t given it a lot of thought,” Daryl said from the passenger seat before turning around at the sound of a honk. “Oh, shit! Here he comes,” she whispered exasperatedly. “Here who comes?” asked Ron from behind me, turning to look out the back window. “My manager,” Daryl replied casually, as if…
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- “You don’t know what you want to be,” Michelle said bluntly, looking straight into my eyes. “What… exactly do you mean by that?” I asked hesitantly. She gave me a serious look. “This is just my opinion, so take it with a pinch of salt, okay?” I nodded. “You’re an actor, a writer, a director, a producer, a model, and a professional athlete.” “I’m not a professional athlete anymore,” I argued. “Neither a model.” “Yet you train every day for hours,” she…
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- I sat across from my soon-to-be agent and carefully read through the contract she’d handed me. It didn’t take me long to get through the pages. “Honestly, I didn’t expect the reason for you not signing me up to be this,” I said, motioning around at her new office, which looked nothing like her old one. And thank God she didn’t insist on representing me back then. For if she had, I would have lost out on a good chunk of my profits from the backend deal I had subsequently signed with Sean…
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- “Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “They’re offering me a knighthood again? Despite everything?” William nodded minutely. “They are. But this time, you have to accept it if you say yes. You can’t back out at the last moment.” “Of course,” I agreed. “I have no quarrel with the Crown or the government now that they are doing the right thing. Don’t forget, if I pulled a stunt like that again, it would look bad on me because my reason for rejecting it has been fulfilled…
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- “Noah!” Randal Kleiser’s voice cut through the theater lobby as he strode over, his arms open wide. He pulled me into a tight, earnest hug. “It’s so good to see you!” Just behind him, Julie offered a small, familiar smile and a gentle wave. These last few days, Julie and I had been inseparable on our shared promotional tour, so her presence was no surprise. Randal, however, was a different story. As the director, he hadn’t been part of the press circuit; this wasn’t an era where…
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- “Holy shit! That was the best film I’ve ever seen!” Daisy shouted the second the screen faded to black. “Language!” Mom scolded, shooting Daisy a sharp look. “We talked about this, Daisy. You need to control how you express yourself better. You’re not a kid anymore.” Daisy rolled her eyes and gave Mom a defiant stare before turning to me, throwing her hands up in frustration. “See what I have to deal with? On top of schoolwork, Zach’s nonsense, and now Mom too. You and Zach say…
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- AN: On public demand, I have changed the names of the twins to Atlas and Damian. This is final. _________________________________ I held the little baby close to my chest for the first time, and without anyone saying a word, tears filled my eyes. The world seemed too narrow to the warm weight in my arms. The lingering smell of baby products on his skin and the impossibly soft rhythm of his breathing against my heart were intoxicating. Atlas and Damian had finally grown enough that we were allowed…
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