The massive donut-shaped torus extended off into the distance, painfully white as it reflected the glare from the system’s sun. You never really fel... like you were were in a space station when you were in the torus, the painted ceiling and the planters that coated the place in greenery gave the impression that you were on some city street somewhere, with no windows to space present to spoil the illusion.Here however Clayton felt exposed and vulnerable, very cognizant of the thin layers of metal. I had even begun learning some Indian words too. Everyone at the office was warm and helpful. At home me and Mrs. Sandhiya where becoming better friends sharing laughs, jokes and memories. We were doing the home stuff like washing, cooking, and groceries together. Even though there was a big age difference between us we were getting along well together.Days turned to months, things where same at the work but things where changing at home. Without notice me and Mrs. Sandhiya where getting closer. C."They're an organization that pleads poverty, but whose president drives a huge Mercedes, and whose treasurer lives in a million-dollar house in Malibu."They're an organization that the Better Business Bureau and the California Attorney General's office both call 'marginally legitimate', pointing to the fact that less than half of their multi-million dollar budget goes to the projects that they support. The balance goes toward vaguely-defined 'Administration, ' or what might appear to be. .you seem to wear a lot of frumpy things, you know?" At first Michelle smiled, then her face changed to a somber expression. She stared down at her coffee mug. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just saying, as a friend, an honest one...you could use a little help, and you are beautiful, but just don't know it yet." That made her smile again, though only partially, as she continually peered into the contents of her mug. "So, what you're saying is that I don't look good right now? I only wear what's.
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