Monday, August 31, 2009
Answer
He was waiting for her answer. She began playing with her hair. She didn’t have any answer to give. She thought he had the answer: Her. She smiled at her naughtily and left him alone among the misty crowd of the café. With her absence he continued to look for an answer. With his absence she continued to smile.
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