Twisted Heart
he irritated, God, I have no idea teasing this bitter man will be this much fun and interesting.
“From now, I will call you, rose.” I fly a kiss to him. “My pretty rose.”
“You…do your father know the problem of your head.”
As we enter the party all the eyes come and rest on two of us, the laughter dies from some people’s lips, some glance at us with shock wide eyes, suddenly the room goes mute. The pleasant party domain quickly converts into tranquility. We walk into the room and people start to chatter; they are whispering, glancing on our route, we are for sure making it on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow morning, this is a miracle, our grand entry, shouts enough to everyone kno
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