THE MARRIAGE HE BURNS: The divorce He Regret
I said, calling over to a waiter.
“I want penne!” She said, pointing to an Italian pasta.
“You love pasta,”
“Hmm,”
“Uncle Emilio and Ayesha cook it for me and….,” she suddenly stopped, smiling.
But something tells me to press on. “You and who,”
“Nobody, just Me and Mummy,”
“Marissa?,”
“Yess, it was mummy birthday yesterday?,”
“Your mummy birthday?,”
“Yes,” I frowned, Marissa never did her birthday in march, her birthday is till July.
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