He: A cup of tea?
She: Sure. I will make.
He: My Club has won the match. I must celebrate. I will make.
Somewhere between his celebration and her smile, feelings were already taking a shape.
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Ann Oblivion Blog 
Cute story 🙂
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Cute story 🙂
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How cool is that
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Nice 😊
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Hi Anne
I do like your writing style. A friend of mine is in financial services. After she’s through crunching numbers, she’s a very creative person.
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