Play the Serena Waldorf Game!

According to general people or only for me, agony is that freakish component which doesn't let one move on nor provide the pleasure of living. It becomes a head stroke following everywhere and anywhere reminding of our follies or it has vowed to slap me with my own created trauma. I didn't know but I was interested in knowing. A stray tear slipped through my right eye, as my gaze wandered over our first couple's photo frame on my desk in the cabin. That memory still held so much importance in my life but I wasn't sure whether Serena still valued it or not.

The knock on the door brought me out of my trance, reminding me that it was time to reload the old Price.

"Welcome Jenna!" I greeted my old cashier standing up from my chair while a perplexed look crossed her face as her eyes scanned me from the top to bottom and bottom to top like she couldn't believe her eyes that I was greeting her normally.

"Don't be so shocked My dear lady. I am perfectly fit and in a good mood you see. And be