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[Ayomiposi @jokotagbaposi]

The first person I called when I lost my job was the same person I had once paid $1,800 for when he was struggling.

He didn’t answer.

I called again the next morning.

Still nothing.

I wasn’t angry yet.

I had spent years being the friend everyone called when life got messy.

Dinner was on me.

Birthday trips were on me.

Someone couldn’t make rent? I’d send something.

A friend needed a flight home? I’d book it.

I never kept score because I thought that’s what friends did.

Then my company let me go.

Within two weeks, I was watching every dollar leave my account.

So I called the people I’d helped the most.

The responses were strange.

“Man, I’m really tight right now.”

“Let me see what I can do.”

“I’ll get back to you.”

Nobody did.

Then one Friday night, I opened Instagram and saw three of them having dinner together.

At the exact restaurant where I used to take them.

They were laughing.

Drinks on the table.

And one of them had just posted:

“Nothing beats good friends.”

I stared at that post for a long time.

Then I noticed who had paid the bill.

And that’s when I realized this wasn’t about money.

[Webber Thankgod @Mbanachi19]

I am nobody.
Fantastic movie 🎥🍿🍿

[JERRY @jus_jerryy]

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 '𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟒' 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬
Mike Myers confirms he's writing Austin Powers 4, nearly 25 years after Goldmember, ending years of speculation about the return of the iconic spy comedy.

[loaysic @loaysic]

Beth de Araujo's Josephine has won the Golden Pram for Best Feature Film at the Zagreb Film Festival. The jury singled out its child's-eye view of violence and the limits of what parents can do to protect their children.

In select U.S. theaters November 20, nationwide December 4.

[Notes @8Notess]

I slept with my homegirl while me and my girlfriend had a misunderstanding, we later made up. Now my homegirl is pregnant with my child, and I'm beginning to wish she was the woman I was dating.

I know how terrible that sounds, but I honestly don't know what's happening to me.

My homegirl and I had been close for years. We joked around, shared personal problems and occasionally hung out. I never imagined we'd cross that line.

But we did.

One night, we slept together. I thought it was a mistake that would never happen again until she called me a few weeks later and told me she was pregnant.

I was devastated.

I asked her what she wanted to do, and she told me she intended to keep the baby.

Since then, I've been visiting her regularly. At first, it was simply to make sure she was okay and that she had everything she needed.

But lately, I've been looking forward to seeing her more than I should.

I ask whether she's eaten, buy her things she craves and sometimes spend hours talking to her.

The uncomfortable truth is that I'm starting to enjoy being around her in a way I never expected.

Today, I had just finished having sex with my girlfriend when I told her I needed to run an errand.

I went straight to my homegirl's apartment.

She was lying on the couch when I arrived. She looked tired, so I sat beside her and gently rubbed her stomach.

She smiled and said, "Our baby is lucky to have you."

I didn't know why, but hearing her call the baby ours made me feel something I couldn't explain.

We kissed, and things eventually became intimate again.

[Shin @ShinHarots]

第一张是美国纽约，第二张是中国上海！🇺🇸🇨🇳❤️

[CHRONICLE @01chronicle]

“The X-MEN will clear the AVENGERS easily in a landslide”
Prof X

[Shin @ShinHarots]

今日もお疲れ様でした！🥰❤️ こちらこそありがとう！素敵な夜を過ごしてね！🐼🌙✨

[Zubby @ZubbyZi]

I supported him through everything, only to find out he'd been betraying me for months.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore.

I recently found out that my boyfriend had been cheating on me for the past three months. He had created a new account and was talking to different girls who showed interest in him.

He was even talking to a girl he used to call his sister-like friend.

He always seemed to crave attention from other girls, and despite everything, I kept supporting him. I was there for him, but he constantly made me feel like I had never supported him enough.

There's something else that makes this even more confusing. I made a mistake back in May, and he keeps bringing it up as an excuse for why he changed.

But things between us had been going well. I genuinely believed we were okay. Meanwhile, he had been hiding all of this from me for months.

[Daily Dose 🎥 @sylihere]

For Eleven Months, a Train Station Told Two Thousand Commuters to Eat Breakfast, and Only One of Them Knew It Was Talking to Her

At 7:42 every morning, Harcourt Station tells two thousand strangers to mind the gap, in my voice. In March, that voice began telling them to drink water, and I was the only person in the building who knew I hadn't recorded it.

I'm Maren Teague, forty-one, and for twelve years I've been the voice of Harcourt Station. Platform changes, delays, the cheerful "please keep your belongings with you." I work from a padded booth above a dry cleaner, reading scripts into a microphone worth more than my car. Nobody knows my face. I like that. A voice can go anywhere and ask for nothing.

What nobody knows either is that I've been going deaf.

It started in my thirties, a slow thinning at the top of my hearing. First the birds went. Then the s's, the t's, the little consonants a voice artist lives on.
A doctor named Pell showed me a graph that looked like a ski slope and said the word otosclerosis. I told no one. In my business, an artist who can't hear herself is a retired artist.
My engineer Ben caught my sibilance for me, quietly, in the headphones, and never once asked why.

Then Ben retired. And in March, at 7:42 on a gray Tuesday, I stood on Platform 3 with a coffee and heard myself say:

"The 7:42 to Cardiff Central is delayed by two minutes. If you've skipped breakfast, there's a bakery by Platform 3. Go on. We'll wait."

My coffee went cold in my hand. I had never recorded those words. But it was my voice, my breath before "Go on," that little smile I put in the vowels without meaning to. A woman beside me laughed out loud, a real laugh, and a man in a suit actually walked toward the bakery.

That afternoon the station manager, Ray Okonkwo, called me in a state of high delight. "Customer feedback is up nineteen percent. People are posting about it. 'The Harcourt Voice is so kind.' Did you add a new script?"

"No," I said.

"Well, IT says it's all within the library. They can't trace it." He laughed. "Whoever did it, marry them."

I should have been flattered. Instead I sat in my booth and felt every hair on my arms rise. Someone had taken my raw sessions, ten years of takes and outtakes and breaths between lines, and sewn a new sentence out of them so cleanly I couldn't find the stitches. Only someone with access to everything could do that. Only someone who'd listened to me very closely.

The messages kept coming. A rainy Thursday: "Platform 1, mind the puddle. It's a bit of a lake today." A Monday: "If you're carrying something heavy this morning, there's a seat by the window." On the anniversary of my father's death, which I had told no one: "To anyone traveling alone today. You're not the only one on this train."

I stood on the platform and pressed my fist against my mouth.

Whoever this was, they knew things. I started sleeping badly. I checked the lock twice. I told my sister Orla, and she said, "Somebody's stalking you with kindness. That's the creepiest thing I've ever heard." Then she added, more gently, "Or the sweetest. I honestly can't tell."

Neither could I. So in September, I let myself into Harcourt's control room at 4 a.m. with the spare key Ray had given me years ago, and I sat in the dark and waited.

At 4:40, the door opened. A girl walked in, nineteen at most, small, in an oversized fleece, with a thermos under one arm and two beige hearing aids tucked behind her ears.

She saw me and froze like a deer. Then her hands came up, fast, and she signed something I couldn't follow.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't sign."

She took a breath. Her voice, when it came, was flat and careful, the voice of someone who speaks without hearing herself. "You're Maren."

"You're the one doing this."

"Yes." Her chin trembled, but she didn't look away. "I'm Josie. I'm the apprentice. I'm so sorry. I didn't think you'd ever find out."

[loaysic @loaysic]

It's an unsolved medical mystery: some people go into menopause at a young age.

[Ayomiposi @jokotagbaposi]

I went to cancel my storage unit expecting a simple conversation.

Instead, the clerk looked at my account and said:

“Your balance is $275.”

I frowned. “Balance? I already paid this month.”

She turned her screen toward herself.

“It’s an early termination fee. You’re ending the contract before the lease expires.”

I didn’t argue.

I just asked, “Can you email me the charge and the exact section of the contract that requires it?”

She hesitated.

“Sure.”

That email changed the entire conversation.

I got home, pulled out my storage agreement, and started reading it from the beginning.

Eight pages in, nothing.

Nine pages.

Still nothing.

Then I reached the final section.

One paragraph.

I read it twice.

Then I remembered an email the company had sent me a few months earlier.

I searched my inbox.

There it was.

I printed both documents and went back to the office the next morning.

Me: “I received your email about the $275 fee.”

Clerk: “Yes. That’s the cancellation charge.”

Me: “Before I pay it, could you have your manager look at Section 14?”

She looked at me.

“Why?”

I handed her the contract.

She read the paragraph.

Her expression changed.

“Let me get my manager.”

[Breezecraft @faithozioma440]

I found pictures of my husband kissing another married woman on Instagram. Apparently, they'd been sneaking around behind my back for years.

I wasn't just looking at random pictures. These two were comfortable enough to post moments together like I didn't exist. I felt sick.

I eventually found her husband and emailed him. I told him what I'd discovered because I knew exactly how I'd want someone to tell me.

We started talking. At first, it was about our cheating spouses, the lies, and everything we'd discovered. But somewhere along the way, our conversations became something neither of us had planned...

[Notes @8Notess]

PART II
Continuation....

Afterwards, while we were lying together, my homegirl suddenly asked me something.

"Have you told your girlfriend about the pregnancy?"

I looked away.

She shook her head and said, "You know what's funny? You're scared of losing her, but have you ever considered that I'm also someone's woman? I also have feelings."

I tried explaining that I was confused.

Then she said something that completely silenced me.

"Sometimes I feel like you only come here because I'm carrying your child. But other times, the way you look at me makes me believe you actually want me."

I held her hand but couldn't give her an answer.

On my way home, my girlfriend called to ask what time I was coming back.

When I arrived, she had prepared dinner for us. She hugged me, kissed me and started talking about how much she was looking forward to spending the holidays together.

I felt sick.

This woman was making plans with me while I was secretly preparing for fatherhood with another woman.

Later that night, my girlfriend cuddled up beside me and asked:

"Baby, is there anything you want to tell me? You've been acting strangely lately."

I froze.

I wanted to tell her everything, but I was terrified of losing her.

And here's the part I find most disturbing: I don't even know whether I want to save my relationship or start something with my homegirl.

I know I've been selfish. I know both women deserve better than this.

But I'm running out of time to make a decision.

Be honest. Am I genuinely falling in love with my homegirl, or am I just using my feelings for her to justify cheating on my girlfriend? And should I tell my girlfriend everything, knowing it could end our relationship?

[katyana @katyanahh]

The first Christmas I spent at my husband's family home, his grandmother pulled me aside and whispered, “Whatever you do tonight, don't accept a drink from the woman wearing the red dress.”

I laughed because I thought she was making an old-fashioned joke.

But during dinner, I noticed something strange.

Every woman in the family was served juice except me. The woman in red kept insisting that I drink from her glass.

When I refused, she smiled and said, “You're already part of this family. There's no need to be afraid.”

Then my husband squeezed my hand under the table and whispered, “Please, just pretend to drink it.”

I looked at him.

He was shaking.

[MEDY @_IamMEDY]

My wife suggested we book a couples' spa day and specifically requested a male therapist for herself and a female therapist for me.

I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea, but she said we needed to try something different.

"You're overthinking it. They're professionals," she told me.

I agreed.

When we arrived, the receptionist explained that we'd be in separate rooms because the couples' room was unavailable.

My wife shrugged.

"That's fine. We'll meet afterward."

My therapist, Claire, was friendly and professional. She asked about any injuries, explained the treatment, and got started.

[Max Maurice🥷 @Filmwithmax]

This soldier never missed even with a faulty sniper rifle!🔫

[Favysparkle @_shola__]

I missed my connecting flight in Lisbon and got stuck overnight with a 14-hour layover and $31 in my account.

At 11 p.m., an elderly man sitting across from me at the gate looked over and asked, "Are you hungry?"

I said no. My stomach said otherwise, loudly.

He laughed, stood up, and said, "Come. My wife made too much food again."

I should have said no. I followed him anyway...

[katyakay @katyakayy]

"Who told you to do that?"
I was confused.
"NOBODY. I'm your wife. Am I not allowed to surprise you?"
He shook his head and went straight to the bathroom.
Later that night, he refused to touch me.
I thought perhaps he was tired, but the following morning, I noticed something strange.
He had searched through my bathroom cabinet and thrown away the shaving products I had bought.
When I confronted him, he said something that made my stomach turn.
"Please, don't shave again until I explain something to you."

[ELITE @SportElite_]

A common Teens Illusion: High school is all about friendships, parties and romance.

Reality: Sometimes the biggest battles happen in the cafeteria.