Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

It was like a chef telling a little baby how to fix a car-completely unbelievable!

Roseanne glanced at Liz, who stood frozen in place, and spoke in a calm, even tone, "Thank you for your advice earlier, Senior Liz. I, of course, understand the importance of rigor, truth-seeking, and pragmatism in our research. These are the fundamental qualities of a scientist. But I believe we should also be open to listening and accepting valid suggestions from others. Don't you think?"

"Just like with today's situation. It doesn't matter who makes the suggestion or what it is about. It should be verified before we decide if it's right or wrong, instead of just going with our gut feeling."

Roseanne's tone was smooth, as though she was merely stating facts.

But to Liz, every word struck like a needle, painfully sharp.

It wasn't a lecture, but it felt like one.

Her face flushed hot in an instant, as if set aflame.

After another busy day, Roseanne dragged her exhausted body home, flopped down on the couch, and immediately snuggled into a pillow, closing her eyes.

...

were too busy to

sexy bodies gyrating on the dance floor - York was caught

a wine glass, the red liquid

the young bodies in

not feeling it anymore?" Cliff teased lazily, bringing over a drink, noticing

in there are just my type. Beats playing cards,

in a little black dress winked at him, and

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the appeal of these fleeting encounters: "...I'd advise you to take it

York reassured him, nodding

sighed and shrugged. "Wouldn't you be, with that kind of

think it's great. My mom's been urging me to have kids. Having one ready-made seems perfect to

say that, or he might just dump the kid on you to raise-oh, and

no, keep that 'blessing'

wasn't keen on getting tangled up with