“He loves me, he loves me not, Is that what you doing”? A random voice caught me off guard while I was aimlessly plucking petals of a rose. “You talk a lot for a stranger” I mumbled. “Well, and I suppose you’re that one person in each party who sits in corner”. – I ignored … Continue reading Ms. V and Mr.Shoe-face
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