"Mum, I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"What does he look like?" I asked, finally.
"Who?"
"The nurse I had previously."
"Hmm," she pondered, trying to recall your appearance. "He was tall. I think his eyes were green. Clean-shaven too."
"Is that all? What about his hair? His nose? Was he good-looking?"
She giggled. "You have a crush on him, don't you?"
"No way!" I immediately replied. Too quickly, in fact.
She laughed, grabbing my hand. "He's definitely your type."
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NouvellesAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
