One Summer, Two Affairs
Something about that cool morning wind was so soothing and unnerving that she lost track of how many hours she spent doing absolutely nothing.
Then, she read a novel she had bought from a subtlety that sold books in the resort. Halfway through the book, she was fuming at the writer for describing her exact situation with a certain self-centered, condescending, and arrogant dark hazel-eyed man. But part of her discipline was that whenever she picked up a book to read, she saw it to the very end, be it boring or annoying. And this one was well past annoying. Realistically annoying.
"And they called it a fantasy," she sneered.
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