A boy and a girl
1.Sound of a pair of well polioshed shoes, pitter pattering, of a woman dressed in gold ā glittering like the warm sunlight on that cold night.Walking right for me, tugs on my tie and pulls me aside to a quiet corner. With a smile that is neither cunning nor genuine, more like trying to accomplish something urgent, pushes me to the wall. What my girl doesnāt know is that I have taken a liking toā¦
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