Only You Can Attract Me: The Maldives Has A Story To Tell

is drab evening gown. He squeezed her cool hand, circled her slen

eat. After the dance, he complimented her on her beauty,

breath, dazzled by the gleam of her boundless eyes, and began to poem, "I can never l

face and form is a blend of

re exquisitely proportioned, sculpte

you." He marvelled at the c

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life when life r

oming garden and a host of angels

ushes. He kept filling her with won

arm lips, sending extraordinary charms through her whole body, wh

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nths and you're still not s

time I'll lea

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rk to his home, where he got to know her. He found out that she was also a plast

. He steered the car through the occasional fog a

ome early after sur

not been appointed one of the surgeons who'd to undergo

ry, and instead of his usual greeting, he got a thick neck, "How could you

life can't be the way you want it, you can't expect me to always

on't like it when you're late. It makes me mad. Your dinner is in the micro

be, sor

tled. "Oh,

remembered that tod

I forgot. I promise

remember? How am I supposed to trust you to make i

just forgot. That's jus

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had to say the word, "I'

dith, as a glass slipped from her han

see you here tomorrow. I'll