what it is not?

The wine was lying there for longer than I thought. Ria had been writing on a piece of paper in different ways. funny?  no!~ witty.

She was walking on the road for 30 minutes feeling the wind her hair. She thought this was the best thing she had done in so many days. Walking along the road, sometimes hitting the pebble and sometimes looking up at the sky and tasting the rain. She lifted her hand up to catch a few drop in her hand, when her phone rang.  she picked it up with a huge smile, “So?”, said the voice on the other side.

She remembered every moment she had reharsed in front of the mirror. She had done it as she thought she wont be able to see how rude it sounds. 


 The longer you take, the murkier.


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