On The Ferry
We were eying each other during the whole ride. At the end of it, he finally approached me and started talking to me. It was very smooth. It flowed naturally. He thought I was a work of art. A painting. With my make up, the strokes of my hair. I admitted he’s handsome. I asked him why did he take so long to approach me. Why didn’t he talk to me on the Ferry. He said I was standing against the…
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