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A girl sitting at the table next restless, was slyly eyeing his pie, kind of cute, like in childhood it sure was, yet seemed a ploy to gatecrash in to his privacy, and give company, as it pleased her. "The pie is blackberry if you fancy it , I''ll be glad, you can have it all, I know there is no other left" He played Mr.Nice guy,solicitous, but behind that face of his, was the arrows of light, hitting him, from those  sparkling eyes, vying with each other, to build up a halo chamber,  almost visible  around him! Blackberry pie is no big deal, of course he knows a whole hillside with bushes full of ripe, succulent ones, any day he could have his fill, raw or as a flaky crusted pie backed by his mom. But those sparkling eyes that in a moment made him build castles in the air had an electric appeal, he can't ignore. The offer she said, was irresistible, not a type she is who snatches, dainty stuff from someone just bumped in to "But the way your eyes did glint, when you looked makes me ask :haven't we met somewhere before?" "There is a fickleness in this,love at first sight, do you need to fall head over heels?" a little voice within, that has a problem in such things, kept raising a doubt. "But without a first sight,there can't be love may it be fickle, we'll tackle it the way it goes" replies another,who seems to care for love.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
A fickle love story thus begins
A girl sitting at the table next restless, was slyly eyeing his pie, kind of cute, like in childhood it sure was, yet seemed a ploy to gatecrash in to his privacy, and give company, as it pleased her. "The pie is blackberry if you fancy it , I''ll be glad, you can have it all, I know there is no other left" He played Mr.Nice guy,solicitous, but behind that face of his, was the arrows of light, hitting him, from those  sparkling eyes, vying with each other, to build up a halo chamber,  almost visible  around him! Blackberry pie is no big deal, of course he knows a whole hillside with bushes full of ripe, succulent ones, any day he could have his fill, raw or as a flaky crusted pie backed by his mom. But those sparkling eyes that in a moment made him build castles in the air had an electric appeal, he can't ignore. The offer she said, was irresistible, not a type she is who snatches, dainty stuff from someone just bumped in to "But the way your eyes did glint, when you looked makes me ask :haven't we met somewhere before?" "There is a fickleness in this,love at first sight, do you need to fall head over heels?" a little voice within, that has a problem in such things, kept raising a doubt. "But without a first sight,there can't be love may it be fickle, we'll tackle it the way it goes" replies another,who seems to care for love.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
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