‘We broke up, yesterday’ said he, without the presence of any grimace, almost nonchalantly.

She was stupefied. It came to her out of the blue, maybe not. She did think about it on her preconscious level. But how was she supposed to know what she thought. She can barely think before she speaks. ‘Was it her father? I told you, he looks like medieval aristocrat who cannot accept the fact that he is a homosexual’, she put in brashly.

‘Oh, come on’, it’s not about that’, he answered hesitantly.

‘Then, was it about her glamorous leggings with those silly ankle pockets. When she stooped that low, what a magnificent sight for everyone to appreciate’, sniggering as she folded her linens in an old, sturdy, trolley case.........

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