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By Miss Anony


Hii, reply to this has begin a lot of stories but in my case it began on assignment, a word which everyone loathe but do it 

because not everything is cherry. Similarly mine begin on the inquiring of assignment which I made in turns I got the key of the lock of his emotions like a gush of wind left me wondering how much he can store, wanting to be a desirer but what does he desire? yet to found. Wind resulted him calling me his best friend given me feeling of butterfly in lungs garnishing with flirty text, caring, intention of understanding me, nasty comments making me believe I'm worthy enough to be a crush but just like spring doesn't last forever so does this. who made the first blown? don't know but I left with thinking that Is just little over and he maybe got another assignment. 


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