Nothing is more beautiful than the innocent smile on a baby’s face. That was the expression on Sumitra’s face this morning. Since then am wondering, why? Does she know something that I don’t? Or is this another move by her to destabilise my thought process?
It was her innocence that I abhorred. I killed it.
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That was some really concise heavy stuff!
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Gosh, that was heavy indeed!
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