After my breakup I was looking for a miracle like the warm beach which had become my haven. One afternoon, I found my miracle on the same beach, basking in the sun. Shards of silver were scattered in his hair and on his chest. I went up to him and said hi in a voice, which I thought, was sexy charming. After a long pause, he asked me whether I was a hooker. I turned crimson and it wasn’t the sun.
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