“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.
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“Hi,” she said, radiance in her eyes, “where’s the surprise?” He relaxed a little, thanking God for that. “Not even a ‘good afternoon’ or ‘how was your night?’” She smiled. Patience had never been one of her strongest attributes. “Fine. Good afternoon. How was your night? And where’s the surprise?”
— Mar 27, 2025 12:57AM
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