I must have been quite a sight: nice clothes, nice shoes, earrings, necklace, sitting alone on a swing, swinging as if it was the best thing one could be doing right then (which for me it was). I loved that day, except for the scary part that I am writing about. At one point, he looked over at me (I had a quite fair view of him), then he turned to my cousin, Bernard. He spoke to him. I couldn't hear anything. Then, Bernard took him by the shoulders and told him something. Again, I couldn't hear anything. I was afraid (but excited, honestly) that they might be talking about me. As to what he thought...
Pessimistically, they weren't even talking about me, he just happened to look my way before asking Bernard a ridiculous question. Optimistically (sorta), they were talking about me and Bernard said something. That's why I said sorta because I have no clue what they said. Anyway, realistically, I have no clue.
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RomanceThis is a series of events in which I tell what I thought and what I thought he thought. This is a really bad explanation, but if you take a look inside, you'll know what I mean.
