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So sorry that I haven't written in a while. Thanks for the new review though! I hope you all read this, and the more reviews I get on a chapter, the more time I devote to the next chapter. (more reviews, faster updates.) I love you all! This story is about to get extremely twisted! So get reading!

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Karen sat silently on the dock, the part furthest from the sandy beach. Her toes dipped in the water and she swirled them around gently. Next to her, there sat a leather satchel with a pair of sandals leaning against it. A ticket lay underneath her finger, the ends flapping gently in the wind. She breathed in deeply. Is this what I want? This horrible feeling of doubt, and of sadness? But she had already convinced herself before that it would go away once she was in the city. Along with her memories of this place.

The sun shined down serenely onto the beach. Waves lapped the shore, sand slowly ebbing away. Karen suddenly heard sand sifting down behind her. Her head flew around, and standing there was Tyson. How does he ALWAYS find me! She practically screamed in her head. He walked casually over to the dock and sat on the corner right next to her. Karen could see her boat coming off in the distance.

"Hey," he said quietly.

Karen was silent.

"Is it true?... Are you really going to leave us?"

She was quiet. Then she said "you say 'us' like you're all worth missing or something…"

Tyson looked more hurt than shocked. "Won't… you miss me?"

"Truthfully," she said standing up as the boat docked. She grabbed her bag and stepped on. "the moments we've shared are hardly enough to miss."

Tyson looked up from where he was sitting, the boat started to take off.

"All I ask!" he yelled as the boat pulled farther and farther away, "is for you to remember me, Karen!"

He sat there for half the day, long after the boat disappeared on the distant horizon.

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It was raining when she made it into the city. The boat dropped her off, then left quickly to try and outrun the worst of the storm. She stood on the dock, looking at the tall, shimmering buildings in aw. There were so many of them! And so many people! It was around 7:30, and it was dark. Lights were on in almost every window. The street lights cast brightly on the streets and cars, making them shimmer with rain water.

Karen walked sheepishly through the streets. The paper in her hand was uselessly soaked with rain water. Now she had to find the Café Chocolate all by herself. She stopped at a corner and looked around helplessly. People were running along with umbrella's and newspapers over their heads. Karen didn't even have a hat, she let the rain soak her hair. Where was she supposed to go? Taxis rushed by and she decided that that might be the best route to take. She walked to the edge of the street, instantly getting soaked by a car rushing through a puddle. Now her bag was soaked as well. She swore that she heard someone laughing behind her, but she didn't turn around. She was too embarrassed, she had no clue how to handle the city!

What am I thinking! I can take this! She jut out her chin in determination and raised her hand, yelling Taxi a little louder than she wanted to. A taxi stopped instantly and she ran to the side door. She opened the door.

"Get in! It's a downpour out there!" the taxi driver yelled. Karen flung herself into the yellow cab. "Where you headed?

"Uhm… the Café Chocolate…" Karen said, whipping her drenched hair out of her eyes.

"Café Chocolate?" the driver laughed. "You'd be lucky if they let you in there, soaked like you are!"

"Oh, I have a feeling that they will. After I speak to the owner."

"That's a ritzy place… Doubt they would let a country girl like you into there anyway."

Karen shrunk a little. "Is it really that obvious?"

"The way you dress, yeah. Knew it when I first saw you out in the rain without a newspaper! But whatever you want… just hope that the manager will talk to you."

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Why would she is the right question!" the taxi driver said, taking another turn.

"Is she really that rich? And snobby?"

"Yup."

"Well that certainly sounds like her…" Karen mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"It's nothing. How much longer?"

"We're there!"

Karen thanked the cab driver, and grabbed her satchel. She looked out at the rain with disgust. She better get in the Café Chocolate tonight. Karen grabbed her wallet.

"Eh, no charge. Looks like you'll need all the money you can get!" The driver laughed again, and then was off right as Karen slammed the door shut. She turned around and faced the café. She took a deep breath, then stepped through the doors.

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A.N.

So I said that the story was going to get really twisted soon, and it's true. So get ready!