“Why don’t you take a guess?” Christopher kept his phone and looked at me expectantly.

 

Well, how would I know? I gave him a nudge and pleaded, “Please, I beg of you. I’m really curious. It’s fair enough that you knew about my hobby of painting. After all, I did paint a few times every now and again when I was younger. However, I don’t even have the physical copy of the draft template of this painting. So how do you have a scanned version of it?”

 

to be weighing his choices. In the end, the man decided to hold off telling me until the good news

to move about on his body in an attempt to coax

and quickly jumped off his body. The next thing I knew, the man had driven the car into some woods. To put it simply, we had given the car

What a scoundrel!

of the draft work of my painting. I then recalled a conversation he had with Monica when

brain to recall all the interactions I had previously had with Christopher, but my efforts were in vain. I arrived at the conclusion that this man was like a mysterious book. Each time I thought I had gotten to

 

suite for the newlyweds’ after-party. Many of Christopher’s ex-comrades were also invited to the party. One of whom was Sean. A new scar could be

Zachary. One of which was to dangle an apple in between them, and the couple had to eat the apple with hands behind their back. Another game was to get a blindfolded Sabrina to correctly identify Zachary’s hand from among the

to find the right hand. The bride took off her blindfold and let out a bright smile. “This is a piece of cake. I had already engraved every detail of his hand in my memory when I was going after Zach and held his

 

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