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iss was evergreen in her mind. Those sweet words he said, "I love you," kept on resonating through her mind. She c

ed, so she decided

her breasts down to her thighs and walked to the bathroom. She came out of the

er bed, reached out for her music player and switched it on. She really loved Pop and wanted

d sang along with it. She has maste

wisted her waist tirelessly, like oiled ball bearings to the r

some nice food from some good restaurants for dinner, but now, it's late already. She knew she had to prepare dinner for herself. She wa

h some tea and she couldn't eat all of it. It remained just two of them. She decided to have them for dinner. She

her food timetable, but she couldn't help it. She

carefully with her right hand, trying to avoid screeching the ware. She reached out to a small ceramic plate from the plates rack with her

he baking tray and turned on the heat to 190°C. She wanted to allow it for about

om upstairs. She rushed to get

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ching the kitchen, she could perceive the aroma of burnt food. She quickly turned off the heat and removed them f

ook," she blamed

. She served them on the dining table, in front of her favourite chair. The dinning table was already set. She didn't have

ound the corners of the beautiful rectangular dining table. It was intended to

of the table; the one you'll meet first when coming from the kitchen. S

nds come visiting and decide to eat at hers, which rarely happens. This was rather strange, though the reason for it

s," she said to herse

inue eating. She hoped for something better at Ale