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May 2017
“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked.
‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’
I stood there, burning with humiliation.
He smiled.
A spark of interest illuminated his eyes.
‘I find that so intriguing.’
‘I didn’t like it,’ I said, when I finally found my voice. ‘I hated it.’
Marko smiled.
‘Shall we try it again, then, just to be sure?”
Ramsha
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Ramsha  19/F/Your Thoughts
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