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She recalled a conversation they had a couple of years back. She was telling him that even though he wasn't intrinsic to her existence ...
She was scrolling through the news feed on her phone when the screen lit up announcing a call from him. She stared blankly for a few second...
She got up from the table and walked to the washbasin on the left. As she rinsed off the lather from her hands, she looked into the mirror ...
"Did it ever occur to you that when you're making love to him, you're really making love to him?" "Huh? What is th...
He walked out of the elevator and approached her with a big smile on his face. She felt her cheeks flush with a shyness she never knew she ...
I was oblivious to his presence in the coffee shop that afternoon, oblivious to him entering with his trademark quizzical expression...
She sat down beside me after we ordered our coffees and whispered almost breathlessly, “I have to tell you something and I swear it’s ...
Thumbing through his phonebook, he found her number buried in the alphabetical order. When did he take it off speed dial? He couldn't...
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