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She blushed she went beetroot red. his breath quickened pace he too went red in the face Their hands shook He had another look He went red a little more Her eyes were glued to the floor. She was tenser than tense to him things did not make sense. What was wrong, does anyone know? Is Cupid short of one arrow? if so it has most probably got lost above in the little land they call love.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
A Land They Call Love
She blushed she went beetroot red. his breath quickened pace he too went red in the face Their hands shook He had another look He went red a little more Her eyes were glued to the floor. She was tenser than tense to him things did not make sense. What was wrong, does anyone know? Is Cupid short of one arrow? if so it has most probably got lost above in the little land they call love.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 6:51 AM UTC
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