But It Keeps On Lingering...
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Graduated at the University of Oregon with a degree in Information Systems and Operations Management, Robert Johnson Miller was an outstanding student and had always been a person of superior intellectual abilities. He's gifted but too premature for a long-term career on an establishment where people just come and go. His only motive in staying and working for the hotel was obviously crafted to complete the pattern of his being... The purpose had been served and he finally found the key to unravel an intriguing story that he learned to value more than his life.
Lying in bed with a dimly lit lamp over his headboard, Jon was in awe while reading the journal that was stolen in good faith. Every letter of a every word depicted in great detail. He could feel the warmth of hand scribbling those passages. The postings were discrete unlike those written in the archive of the author's "Unkindly Haven" that he's following. He knew that somewhere along those lines, he would encrypt the three words that pave the way to Eden's door.
He finished with the first entry dated January 1, 2003 with this last part saying:
"Everything seemed to be out of hand. For that single moment, I lost control of
myself... Feeling so bad about things. Sentiments ruled my heart... still hoping for dreams to come true."
Jon felt for her pain. If only he could reach out to her now but he just couldn't. Time will come that he would have the courage to face her.
He closed the journal and put it inside the box that's been situated beside the lamp. His sluggish eyes were craving for a goodnight sleep as he turned off the lampshade.
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Graduated at the University of Oregon with a degree in Information Systems and Operations Management, Robert Johnson Miller was an outstanding student and had always been a person of superior intellectual abilities. He's gifted but too premature for a long-term career on an establishment where people just come and go. His only motive in staying and working for the hotel was obviously crafted to complete the pattern of his being... The purpose had been served and he finally found the key to unravel an intriguing story that he learned to value more than his life.
Lying in bed with a dimly lit lamp over his headboard, Jon was in awe while reading the journal that was stolen in good faith. Every letter of a every word depicted in great detail. He could feel the warmth of hand scribbling those passages. The postings were discrete unlike those written in the archive of the author's "Unkindly Haven" that he's following. He knew that somewhere along those lines, he would encrypt the three words that pave the way to Eden's door.
He finished with the first entry dated January 1, 2003 with this last part saying:
"Everything seemed to be out of hand. For that single moment, I lost control of
myself... Feeling so bad about things. Sentiments ruled my heart... still hoping for dreams to come true."
Jon felt for her pain. If only he could reach out to her now but he just couldn't. Time will come that he would have the courage to face her.
He closed the journal and put it inside the box that's been situated beside the lamp. His sluggish eyes were craving for a goodnight sleep as he turned off the lampshade.
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