One Night With My Ex's Uncle

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tten had a hole in it. "This is going to sting." I remarked, lookin

Miss?" Dahlia asked, c

although it was obvious on my face that ev

s, and in a minute, she had taken m

ever it got burnt." She explained, and I watched her. It must have been nice to remember her moth

en more than a mother to me. She kept the house clean, cook

ly pay, so instead, being a fashion designer, I made her lots of

tatoes?" She asked,

vorite." I replied, with a

r, as I stared at a photo of him smiling brightly. It

aste?" I asked Dahlia, as she moved around the

ll taste great." She replied, a

get fast cooking skills, then we'd be content.

ly." She remarked, and I seized the opportunity to talk about Jo

harming, handsome, a perfect gentleman, listens when I need to, and also he's romantic. Oh, Dahlia, sometimes he star

ays t

stick color, he knows! And he always makes sure to compliment me." I said, then leaned aga

ld feel... I don't know. We'd shower them with love. Oh, Dahlia, I ca

h a smile, and I rushed to them, taking out my

my consent, of course. The dress is perfect since I designed it myself, so is John's suit, and..."

't as fast as I

he house, telling Dahlia to have as much fun as she w

r across my face. My fingers brushed them aside, and I began my brisk wa

lled, flaggi

called out m

and I were married, we would be

ay. It was just a lot of buildings built

ing to have one, a

on the road, as the traffic t

es very hot, and I didn't w

an to move again. Shortly, I received a call from the interio

el

want the pink ribbon

John will be displayed. I'll send more photos in, okay? And, hmm... I'd like heart shaped balloons hanging from the ceiling, you should know how to arrange

'll do j

call all thi

call, so I wouldn't miss the i

great." I said, a

se, got down, and p

He was still awake. All the lights were still on. I pres

is dining table, and

ed them on the table. I went to his kitchen to check if he'd eaten, but all the dishes

ld to please me. So, he would definitel

orrecting a few things. I'd call out to him, and t

cket, and I decided to phone him

g room for my purse. I'd claim I forgot it

g on his number whe

" I said, and bound

nd pushed it open as slowly as I could. If possible,

s soft, and sounded nothing like a sound

couldn't be. I shrugged off the

steps, and raised my head, with a bright smile,

e bed, with a