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“I finally know why I’m leaving.” Then with scissors she tinged the thread. We laid the quilt in the coffin, bowing our heads like bent book pages. The first procession: ...

This is really good :) great job :) Thank you so much, your opinion is appreciated

Hey! :) So, I like this, especially the description of Baira. Just a couple of nitpicks: There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round ...

Oh, I get it now. Pff. Wow, I should have seen that. Thanks. :) Hihihihih you are welcome :D

Hey there, Foxy. I truly love this so much. You've got some freakin' talent! :D Nitpicks: Everytime 2 Words (Every time) I hear your euphonic whispers in my ear, my ...

Well, to get this over with, I will be posting how I look now even though I am fairly new. 7217_151487622646_520562646_2785810_6631634_n.jpg 16339_172554082646_520562646_2971075_3845936_n.jpg 5293_120

You are so pretty!! Thank you, and you are gorgeous hihih

Everytime I hear your euphonic whispers in my ear, my soul drags me to the bottom of the ocean behind the soft sand until my breath becomes labored, and my ...

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Thank you for your generous reviews. I will try my best to edit this. Your effort and time and very much appreciated. :)

I will take your challenge with great pride, you are on! I will change the phrase into something that will blow your mind off or I will simply change eyes ...

If Hercules wanted fame, instead of life, if Gandhi chose to be selfish and ignore his people's plight. Where would we be, the blind and narrow leading the minded, forget ...

There she was with her native village outfit, a piece of cloth tied round her head, and a red Indian necklace round her neck. Baira was a 20-year-old Indian woman, ...

Every time I hear your euphonic whispers in my ear, my soul drags me to the bottom of the ocean behind the soft sand until my breath becomes labored, and ...

Dearest love of my life, may the human words ever learn to describe the smallest things about you? I don't know why, but you feel like home, one sweet home ...