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In dead earnest, she tries to raise hell, put on an act as best as she can, forgetting altogether she still is a greenhorn in such matters, though graduated to be his bride from a lover for so long underprivileged all the while, grabbing the very first chance after the new found privilege. He watches her goof up inexperience in evidence, out of the corner of his eye does nothing but conceals his smile; caught in the act, her perplexity gives her up, that was the best part of the act: the bride's belligerence.
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
The graduation ceremony of a greenhorn bride
Gently he'll take her in his arms,"Öh! my precious orchid" he looks deeply in to her eyes, classic lover style, it still works, that was the hope he finally clung on,her mother would murmur something away from  his ears,to be careful, he didn't get her point. her eyes were bright and deceptive, his Waterloo,those two were, eyelashes always would flutter, as if she is afraid, he would abduct her, how romantic, his heart jumps up at once in delight, a shipful of bounty returning after the hunt of a lifetime! "Could I call you anytime, please let me, even if it's too late" she would plead, too cute,then pretend dejection, ah! he  likes it as if he'll deny it and she can't bear that thought, her heart'd break, he'd say" Ẅhy not, I'd anticipate your call all night" he would stand sentinel,that night, wait for her call hell, she won't call, not a day!, still can he go and sleep? he'd meet her with bleary eyes, the day after so apologetic, she'd get offended at his disheveled , mad look. "Aren't you my heart's poem, then come to me little more decently" asking him  to keep awake all night, this wasn't her speaking! "Come to coffeehouse, sharp at  four" she is curt this time. then, someone will come and inform, "She won't  make it today" And when things get muddled, she comes running and pretend **** apologetic,"Sorry, a fool I am, to hurt you, dear" never did he tell her what she really was, never asked her to **** off she was a shipwreck, spectacular, rescue was someone else's business..
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
A deftly orchestrated shipwreck, she was
Gently he'll take her in his arms,"Öh! my precious orchid" he looks deeply in to her eyes, classic lover style, it still works, that was the hope he finally clung on,her mother would murmur something away from  his ears,to be careful, he didn't get her point. her eyes were bright and deceptive, his Waterloo,those two were, eyelashes always would flutter, as if she is afraid, he would abduct her, how romantic, his heart jumps up at once in delight, a shipful of bounty returning after the hunt of a lifetime! "Could I call you anytime, please let me, even if it's too late" she would plead, too cute,then pretend dejection, ah! he  likes it as if he'll deny it and she can't bear that thought, her heart'd break, he'd say" Ẅhy not, I'd anticipate your call all night" he would stand sentinel,that night, wait for her call hell, she won't call, not a day!, still can he go and sleep? he'd meet her with bleary eyes, the day after so apologetic, she'd get offended at his disheveled , mad look. "Aren't you my heart's poem, then come to me little more decently" asking him  to keep awake all night, this wasn't her speaking! "Come to coffeehouse, sharp at  four" she is curt this time. then, someone will come and inform, "She won't  make it today" And when things get muddled, she comes running and pretend **** apologetic,"Sorry, a fool I am, to hurt you, dear" never did he tell her what she really was, never asked her to **** off she was a shipwreck, spectacular, rescue was someone else's business..
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