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Love is a Two Letter WordJune
I enter a large café and settle down in a booth next to the window.
“Sir. May I take your order?”
I took my gaze to the waitress and show a smile to her.
She gave out a laugh. “The usual?”
“Yes, please.”
“I'll be back in a few.”
I open my journal and withdrew the pencil from the spiral. I jotted down a few words, but stop within a few minutes. I could hear the drops of rain coming down from the sky; starting soft then coming hard.
“Here you go, sir.”
“Thank you.”
I look below at my journal at the words I had written while sipping my cup :
The wavy long hair that is gracefully flowing on her back.
The way she walks is swift.
Her smile is honest.
Her eyes are strongly spoken.
She is one of
I stop reading my j
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