One Night With My Ex's Uncle
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tten had a hole in it. "This is going to sting." I remarked, lookin
Miss?" Dahlia asked, c
although it was obvious on my face that ev
s, and in a minute, she had taken m
ever it got burnt." She explained, and I watched her. It must have been nice to remember her moth
en more than a mother to me. She kept the house clean, cook
ly pay, so instead, being a fashion designer, I made her lots of
tatoes?" She asked,
vorite." I replied, with a
r, as I stared at a photo of him smiling brightly. It
aste?" I asked Dahlia, as she moved around the
ll taste great." She replied, a
get fast cooking skills, then we'd be content.
ly." She remarked, and I seized the opportunity to talk about Jo
harming, handsome, a perfect gentleman, listens when I need to, and also he's romantic. Oh, Dahlia, sometimes he star
ays t
stick color, he knows! And he always makes sure to compliment me." I said, then leaned aga
ld feel... I don't know. We'd shower them with love. Oh, Dahlia, I ca
h a smile, and I rushed to them, taking out my
my consent, of course. The dress is perfect since I designed it myself, so is John's suit, and..."
't as fast as I
he house, telling Dahlia to have as much fun as she w
r across my face. My fingers brushed them aside, and I began my brisk wa
lled, flaggi
called out m
and I were married, we would be
ay. It was just a lot of buildings built
ing to have one, a
on the road, as the traffic t
es very hot, and I didn't w
an to move again. Shortly, I received a call from the interio
el
want the pink ribbon
John will be displayed. I'll send more photos in, okay? And, hmm... I'd like heart shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling, you should know how to arrange
'll do j
call all thi
call, so I wouldn't miss the i
great." I said, a
se, got down, and p
He was still awake. All the lights were still on. I pres
is dining table, and
ed them on the table. I went to his kitchen to check if he'd eaten, but all the dishes
ld to please me. So, he would definitel
orrecting a few things. I'd call out to him, and t
cket, and I decided to phone him
g room for my purse. I'd claim I forgot it
g on his number whe
" I said, and bound
nd pushed it open as slowly as I could. If possible,
s soft, and sounded nothing like a sound
couldn't be. I shrugged off the
steps, and raised my head, with a bright smile,
e bed, with a