Now comes the end...

Now comes the end...

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Love begins with the first breath,and ends with the last one.This is how love happens,when not expected.
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"Why are you holding my hand ?" He asked calmly . Heat and embarrassment occupied me and I let go of his hand . I didn't know how to respond though I had an answer. It was weird and embarrassing. I then felt his hand approaching mine as he interlocked our fingers together . " I didn't ask you to Let go of my hand , I only asked you why" he said moving toward a shop .

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