Whenever their eyes meet, it was as if everything had frozen between them. They had grown accustomed to finding each other's presence as if it was natural. Not a word was spoken between them.
Their
best
dialogue
was
between
their
glances.
It's a fact.
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Paper
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