#29 (INT)
Sky rained love.
Earth got pregnant.
#30 (INT)
"Come down!" he called.
I ran to the garden expecting roses.
He held a banyan sapling.
"For seven lifetimes, my love?"
#31
She hammered the nail on his feet and head.
Blood rushed down his flesh.
"Why?"
"You loved to put your hands down on my panties dad, remember?" she replied.
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