"What'd you think about the governmental policies?"
She passed the remote control over to him as he switched off the television. She ate her up with the was-that-why-I-passed-it-to-you Kinda ogle. The room was quite the elegant type. The wall television was such the long type that you'd use to mock your height if bent sideways. The sitting room was large. Five chairs in its heart were like placing a mustard seed on a banana leave. Their were arranged such that, three were to the left while the remaining two to the right. A marble table that could metamorphose into stool and flat surface divided the two sets. Churning chandeliers swung in gay to the pleasure they could extract from callous currents of the undaunted electricity. And remaining parts of the parlour were consoled with stools and vases. Twas quite a house!
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"You were supposed to do that!" The owner of those words stood abruptly and paved the length ire makes you. Her visage began to shrink as wielded whiskers stood in awe of the marred mood. It was not actually rage, it was more than that. Probably she was wrong or she was not thinking straightly. Her thoughts had been smothered into smooth smithereens by his prior statement. She looked across the pack as her eerie eyes widened. She needed to calm herself. She needed to shun the raging cum lousy thoughts. Probably her stance was defected. Probably she was the one who was wrong. She couldn't be sure. She had the rage shunned but would admit it to him. She paved further, with her pride choking gaunt guts. Apt azure was beginning to etch a cluster of sketches on its cloth. Such designs of rare radiance and spooky seals. Its eyes shone and took a walk to the next Checkpoi
"Here's what we call a presentation!" His broad chin swayed to the syllabic acrobatics. He was on the top of the world. That was the kinda feeling he pruned whenever he was teaching. He felt like he was doing the best thing anyone on earth could ever think of. He adjusted his new gotten spectacles that pushed his nose to some eerie exhibition. He was savoring the moment! His eyes met with Sea's as the thought of what had happened on her day of presentation etched salient strokes of smile on his voluptuous visage. He wasn't actually making fun of her. How would he? What teacher does such to his students? Probably the crazy ones who by extensions are cheaters! After Vera 1915 had had her take with the mind blowing presentation, Sea had assumed her stance. She obviously was having sweat oozing out of her hands. How odd and wierd? Many would sweat
"Your turn" She had no idea what next to play. The game was already towards the ending and the board was locked. She tried thinking of something but it was to no avail. Lots of words like waves of the sea surged in ripples, coursing through her mental ken. She was made to feel stupid. Nobody said that to her, but she felt like she was. The feeling was strange and strong. She was quite the queen of words, but her brain was void at that moment. Like all the words had been swept out by some spiritual broom. She hated the thought. It was nauseating. She needed to do something urgently, but had no idea what that should be. That kinda game sucked twelve bags of annoyance. It was quite the educative one, but was matter-of-factly murderous. If using the dictionary was an option, she'd be very glad. If just to check up just a word, to affirm if the letters she was forming in her head pointed at
"You wanted us to talk." Wasn't that what she was expected to say? Of course! If she didn't say it, then she had no idea what else to say to the guy in blue T-shirt and grey jeans, with some sects of Loafers, seated before her. He wasn't so handsome like the disturbingly-handsome. He was simply breathtaking. He was comely and quite the good looking. She on the other hand was in a pink evening gown to-matched with some sassy Stiletto. She was quite prepared for the day, but had no idea if the guy was. She couldn't and wouldn't push him to talk. The best she could do was prick the string of a prompt which she'd done. What else could she had done? She'd walked into the guy some days back at the Cinema. That week had been tiring and strength sucking for her and she'd thereby knuckled under spending some of the hours of the nig
"What'd you think?" Those three words. They wouldn't had expected him to say more than that. He'd walked up to Paul firstly and tossed an idea of having sometimes with the ladies. After that, they'd both gone to meet the ladies and were together at the moment. Theere had not being a teacher in the class. They felt the tuning time sleeping away from their grasps. They needed help. They needed help with doing something. They wouldn't just seat and expect some miracles to happen. They were students and were expected to act it. They'd gone out of their class and were sitting on two block-chairs under a tree. They'd been seated for like five minutes and none of them was going to say anything. He knew quite alright that Paul was being conscious of what to say because he was with his yet to be girlfriend. He was obviously watching his steps with her. He need
"What'd you think about Dreg. You like him?" Sea passed Dar the torn part of the Nora Robert's she had been reading. She had no idea what to do with this novel freak. Truly, as literature student, you should have some pull or rather love for reading. But Dar's was quite the excess. And she felt nothing wrong about it. Who would? Writing shouldn't be a plague neither reading a mill around someone's neck. In short they could probably be someone's hobbies, respectively. She'd gone well with the book to that extent and sucked at giving an apt synopsis of whatever books she read. She wouldn't bother doing it or might, but would split the book into halves that you'd be forced to tell her to stop. Sea had talked to Dar earlier the day about having the girl's talk. And Dar wasn't that kinda girl with some exceptions to things. Whatever it was, if it was for t
"Be frank, were you sincere?" He hadn't seen Paul got pretty serious like that in a long while. His eyes were etched in the socket of curiosity and were utterly piercing. His voice was glazed with tactic tone and torn texture. It's been a while he'd seen him thus. He was so alarmed. Quaking situations take into brutal account the spikes and spines of felon feelings. His interest was neither severed nor smothered. He only needed to be sure of what to say. The rhythm such sentence had supplanted in his consciousness was not outta the world. Not prettily new or eeriely stanced. Even if they belonged to those peers, would he give a damn? Paul surely had something to that. He wasn't really afraid of what to say, neither was he skeptical. Of course he knew what to say and when to. His words wouldn't be far-fetched. He wasn't actually questionin
"What's is that you want?" She looked across him. His white T-shirt were pressed such that the smoothness transported shrills through the spine of her senses. She was obsessed with whatever was neat. Who would love dirty things and would suffer the existence? Who would take delight in getting dirty? Who would feast on the cake if dirtiness and nurse protruding belly by it? She was skilled with handling her thoughts. Her father wasn't that much of that trait. She had no idea how her mother was in thoughts and soughts. She hadn't grown to know her. What exactly would a six years old kid remember about her mother at 17? That was not the right time to severe those thoughts. She saw some guys hanging about the premises. She had no contention with that. How would she? She was simply stunned by the indifference of majority of them. She couldn't had brou