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EWEWWWEWEWWW! GROSS! *records feedback and adds a scene* I will not write that. *writes it.*

Erm. Well. Yes. Tons of skin. *giggles* But... Kidding aside... You'd have to wait till next week to know whose skin the story will be showing. Who knows, it might be Mama Bella's skin on her hands while she's getting a pedicure. Or I might just reveal Dennis's very hairy butt or very smooth butt, cause they're out swimming, naked. Ahihihihi.

😉 I've sprinkled in some details and clues in the second half. I really want to say something, but it's a shurrpprriisisse. It's like Where's Waldo. It's very succinct. Just like Mr. Toledo's bulge loving hoes, I hope I could find a Klebber of mine someday. I'll throw in a Klebber for you too, for good luck.

OMG. How did you know? Are you a psychic? Come back to this comment after reaching the second half. I love the fact that I have very smart readers. This will be revealed in the second half, when they're in Costa Rica. I can't wait for you guys to get to that part. The thing is, when you're having a public documentary (Netflix interview), you're not really supposed to air out details that might scandalize your personal life and your family. Kleb did say that he and Dennis didn't have sex in their Netflix interview. But are we really to trust them that they didn't, knowing how Dennis wanted to leap on their FaceTime call and tongue-fuck the blond? So, the question is, did they, or did they not? Tune in next week for their Did-They-or-Did-They-Not have a one-night stand episode. All I can say is it's another funny one, I hope.

CHAPTER 4: THE TINGE (FIRST WEEK OF MARCH 2020) Long-sleeve weather mistaken by sunbathers on the lower rooftop, all had their faces turned skyward, like sunflowers, eyes closed in bliss, sunbathing topless, chins up, soaking in the muted sunlight. The 1st of March was dotted with families brunching at the downtown diners and restaurants, becoming the fabric of every neighborhood in the chic, vintage SoHo known for its upscale boutiques, artists, and cast-iron architecture

As they say, comedians are the saddest people. And Dennis is a comedian to those close to him. 😁 🤐 All I can say is it's another fun and hopefully, funny episode. I already wrote 5k words. You want more? Tune in next week. Haha. Thanks for the feedback mate.

CHAPTER 3: MR. LONELY (FIRST WEEK OF MARCH 2020) Elizabeth Ellison, a 35-year-old whey-faced beauty known as Lizzy to friends and relatives, led her brother to the jampacked ABBA Turkish Restaurant. She was beautiful, with her dark curls draping her shoulders like relaxed hands resting lightly, square jaws reminiscent of her last name's legacy, and a button nose artificially tweaked by her last doctor to resemble their mother's. In her brother's eyes, she cared for h

Thanks for that wonderful write-up! 😁 Really appreciate it. It feels like two years of writing this had actually been meant for something. This greatly fattens my arse...er, I mean my heart. 😄 I can't wait for you guys to read the part where they meet. It starts by the next Chapter. hehe.

Mr. Toledo, is NOT perfect. 😁 I love writing flawed characters. You'll, er, experience their "personalities" as the story goes on. But right now, yeah, I wanted Klebber to look and sound perfect on paper, but in reality, both of them are just like everyone else. Very human characters that have lots of issues and need frigging therapy. Their meeting will be several focused chapters. I'd like to think (based on the feedback I got) that it's a very hilarious encounter. The first 9 chapters are all dedicated to how they met; hence, the MEETCUTE. But yeah, the entire MEETCUTE scene, the first part, is very cute and whimsically written. A literal Rom-com, actually. Then something shifts. Hehe. COVID. Dennis really grew on me in the first half of Part 1. Then I fell in love with Klebber on the second half. Next week is all about Dennis.

CHAPTER 2: MISTER TOLEDO (MIDDLE OF FEBRUARY 2020) At the Toledo residence located at 103 Lincoln Street was a modestly sized five-bedroom apartment, situated in the heart of Jersey City, called The Heights. A shirtless, towel-wrapped 27-year-old Klebber Toledo—with the silhouette of a Roman god and the face of a Greek statue—was in haste to pick out an outfit from the wardrobe hanging stand. He hurriedly shrugged into a white sweater and ran into the cabinet to pull

Yes. Everything in this story is based on reality, or some of it. I'm writing about a story set in COVID, so everything has to be nearly a replica of the real thing. If you Googled Dennis's mansion, even my descriptions are real-life descriptions of what the house looks like. The only made-up scenario here is the Tinge App, because Hinge (its real-life counterpart) doesn't have an in-app video feature. In the story, Dennis and Klebber use the app's video call feature, and I don't want readers calling me out and saying, "HINGE DOESN'T HAVE VIDEO CALL! HOW DARE YOU!" 🤣 So I named it something else. There's a chapter in Part 2 that's set in Florence, Italy, and it took me two frigging months of doing online research just to get the facts right. Research is too time-consuming. But it needs to get done.

Er, he's Welsh. Wales IS a part of Britain. And British people aren't a single class of people. Because the people of Wales have been described as being candid in their conversations, even with strangers, in ways that might be considered unusual in other parts of the UK. This openness can contribute to a sense of directness in communication. Some from the north have particular attitudes and traits, more so with the neighboring east or the south, particularly Londonites, that makes our country a melting pot. Try going to Leeds, and therefore compare their behavior to Londoners. Like this example: So you see, British people don't live in a bubble. We're also a melting pot of weird.

Yes. Dennis has, er, a lot of issues. But one character trait I tried to give him, which I think is the most important one, is that he's kind. When I wrote this story, around 2023, Elon was still a highly lauded figure, and the perception amongst billionaires was still up there, where people considered him to be 'a good guy.' When 2024 hit, things changed, and Elon, as we all know, came into notoriety, amongst other things. Then something in my writing changed; just watching the news somehow affected it. And Dennis also changed. I wanted him to be kinder and better than he was, but with definite daddy issues that resulted in the character that he became: a broken guy who needed someone to see him for who he is. Both Klebber's and Dennis's character arcs will culminate in part 2, since the second part is way more mature and heavily written than the first half. I can't wait for you guys to read about them. The next chapter is also the intro to Klebber. All I can say is...it's one of the funnier chapters I wrote. Originally it was for Charlie Sheen. The joke was darker with hookers and strippers. But Mr. Toledo, a high school teacher, might not have been able to joke as such. Hehe.

Bloody hell, you're fast! 😅 Yeah, thanks for the kind words. I'll unpublish this now. I'm kidding. Haha. How do I explain this? "Good riddance. I hope you stay dead." Is a line you'd be coming back to every so often. All I can say is that everything in this novel has a purpose. So, come back to it when everything gets explained near the end of part 2--which is a long time from now. HOWEVER, there are bits and pieces of SUBTLE hints left in the narrative that I've dusted here and there for you to have an idea. The story is two years old, so there's a lot of thought embedded in the plot, I'd like to think. My assurance, though, is that PART 1 and PART 2 are ALREADY FINISHED. Part 1 is 145k+ words. Part 2 is 155+ words. So there would be a lot of posting and reading before we get to that part. Hope you guys enjoy Klebber and Dennis's, because I laughed and cried while writing this. I just hope I make one of my readers cry. Then my plan is a success! *EVAAL LAUGH*

CHAPTER 1: THE BILLION DOLLAR KID (EARLY FEBRUARY 2020) A few feet from The Ritz, in the crystal-and-marble splendor of Thomas Shaw's fourth Michelin-starred restaurant, the most magnificent of his new restaurants in London, Dennis Ellison was seated at a secluded corner banquette, dressed smartly in a gray suit, admiring his newest investment as a silent partner in this establishment. It was quite the dazzle for brunch before liquor was served. But the forest of cry

Yeah, I know how reading small feels since I'm technically blind if not for the glasses I wear. 😄 🤣 I tried posting the prologue almost a year ago since, I swear to God, I kept changing it. Like, I've completed part 1, and I couldn't make up my mind as to what the prologue should be. So yeah, I stuck with that, and now that I've finished part 2, I guess it's time to post the story. Weekly postings are set. I promise this isn't a one-off where I'll post again 6 months later. Haha. This story is really finished because I wanted to move on to writing another story; that's why it's time. The story has finally defrosted. Like Mariah Carey. 😂

SCENE 1: THE MEETCUTE

Me, emoting, while lipsnycing this song in my head.

That was meant as a joke that Zelt is insane, but I guess that's cannon now. Ahihihihi. Sorry if I turned him hinsaeen on the membrane. Nutty characters always have a soft spot in my heart.

They stood together, watching the train pull away—a metallic beast sliding into the damp morning, swallowed whole by the mist. A single sunbeam, indecisive, pressed its fingers against the last car and then withdrew. For a moment, something moved on the horizon—divine intervention? No, just light making its last desperate claim. The sky cracked open in orange slits, jagged wounds above the mountains. The train, undeterred, surged forward. Not toward disaster, though that would have been poetic, two hundred souls dashed against the rock. No, this was a collision of a different kind: a slow, inevitable plunge into the tunnel of Mordor—where, for the next twenty minutes, passengers would surrender to the darkness, to sleep, to forgetfulness. Zelt had been speaking. To whom, he wasn’t sure. The air, maybe, or the careful curator of voices in his head. Yes. He's gone mental, apparently. "You know I’ll always love you." "Yes, and I’ll always love you." "Promise." "Yes, I promise." "But why do I have to go to the station?" "Your parents need our help. The luggage." A tap on his shoulder. It was real. Unmistakably real. Zelt turned, and the male nurse sighed. He was accompanying the patient on his last journey to get institutionalized, who, sounding weary and rehearsed, said, "How many times do I have to remind you, Zelt? Take your fucking meds."

Just finished Reading Night by Elie Wiesel. It's a short book but really made me think. Every moment where Elie describes losing his faith feels like a gut punch. His entire world had revolved around his religion, and by the end, it’s like that foundation has been ripped out from under him—leaving nothing but emptiness, now bereft of devotion. That scene with Juliek and his violin is haunting—such a powerful moment of beauty and despair intertwined. It’s one of those literary images that just lingers in your mind, no matter how much time passes. SPOILER WARNING.

I need to be alone for a few minutes... Greek wrestling was known to the ancients as or the pale ("upright (or erect) wrestling"). Yep. Sounds about right. Also, by 4:47, it's a thirst trap at this point. The uploader knows what he's doing, and I'm here for it. You're doing God's work. I support you.

Never watched this. Now I'm curious.

I sadly don't have Amazon Prime. I have Netflix though. I don't think it's on Netflix.

I wish this had a good English translation. Now my quest to find a good english sub has begun.