Forbidden Love Story

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of the Paris Review. Going through the contents page,

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is work. But the presence of this girl, this young wom

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this article in your own words and then e-mail it to me. I will high-light t

e may keep the book for reference. “Besides, you

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moment he realizes its awkwardness. That’s

s office, turns his head in quick succession from left to right. The gardener trims the hedges of the lawn. Harry, the friendly

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g him off balance. He almost forgets his next action. She looks up at him, her mouth open into a slit, the white teeth peeping, sparkling. With

he clears

is senses. Puts his feet back on the ground. With all gentleness, the nib of the black ink

e-mail ID to evaporate. Sliding the door op

ght walk. An unforgettable walk that will haunt my dreams. His eyes follow her. If her palm possesses

out, locking the door behind him. The noon air brushes against his T-shirt and some even enter through the fabric, tickling the hair on his

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