All The Frogs In Manhattan – Carrie Aarons

That may sound stupid or romanticized, but it was my wish and it was how I wanted my life to be. “I know all of that. I just … need some time.” I was too wrapped up in the panic and jealousy seizing my heart. “All right, let me know if I can help with anything.

Just text me if you want to go for a drink later or something. I love you.” Sam hugged me, but she knew I needed space. She was a good friend. Unlike me right now. After she walked off in the other direction, I aimlessly walked through the park. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and children laughed or ran from their doting parents. A couple with two golden retrievers lay in the grass while they took turns flinging a Frisbee for the dogs to catch.

Life went on, even as my heart was aching. I thought about the other side of the park. Central Park at night, when creeps and drug dealers invaded. My mother would send me articles through email every week about the most recent bust or rape in the park, warning me never to come here after dusk. My mother was a walking ball of worry; constantly posting on Facebook about things that caused cancer or how women over thirty could no longer conceive due to the atmosphere.

It was because of her that I was having an anxiety breakdown on this gorgeous summer day. I loved the woman, and all she’d done for me, but I was a nutcase when it came to things I couldn’t control. And I blamed her. Wouldn’t it just be easier if you were handed a slip of paper in grade school that listed the person’s name and physical attributes of who you were supposed to be with.

Why did life make it so hard to find him?

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Editing done by Proofing Style. Cover designed by Okay Creations. 1kitap1.com/en To all of the jerks who broke our hearts and gave us hilarious material, this one is for you. 1kitap1.com/en I Author’s Note know that some of the New York City events in this novel won’t be factually correct, or fall on the historically accurate date in which they typically fall on. For the purposes of this story, I needed to change the timing on certain happenings or occasions.

I hope that doesn’t detract from your reading and following Gemma and Oliver’s journey. And if it does, I’ll buy you an ice cream. 1kitap1.com/en D Chapter One GEMMA id you know that it takes three times the effort to wear high heels on any given day? I do. I’ve calculated it down to a science. And there are three factors as to why these goddamn death contraptions make us the weaker sex by simply sliding a toe into them.

First of all, you must navigate in high heels. I swear, they design cities with footwear land mines installed purely to torture women. Curbs, subway grates, cellar doors. And cobblestones? Fucking forget it. Then we have to worry about weather. Going out in rain? Wear a pair of stilettos with traction on the bottom, or you’ll slide face first into the pavement, giving the big old Apple a flash of ass. Third, the time added to a journey to account for said foot destroyers. When I wear the fuckers, I have to plan to leave my apartment exactly thirteen and a half minutes early to arrive at work at a still acceptably late fifteen minutes.

Mind you, I arrive there after my twenty-seven minute walk with aching feet, a possibly amputated pinky toe and a begrudging attitude. But here I am, Gemma Morgan, strolling into work exactly twenty-one minutes late, in my five-inch crocodile Steve Maddens that I splurged way too much money on. “You’re lucky that Medusa isn’t in yet, or your flat ass would be toast.”

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