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For the second time in his life, he felt orphaned.
Submitted on 08 Dec, 2020 at 11:58 AM
There we were, sitting on the bench, like two peas in a pod, and I proposed to her. I was expecting her to say yes and n...
Submitted on 25 Sep, 2019 at 05:50 AM