Boy, I Can Hear You
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Last published Mon, May 13, 2019
"Wait," I stopped him.
He turned back to me and crooked one eyebrow. I said with my trembling voice, "I-I love you."
He smirked and started coming close to me with slow steps. I closed my eyes thinking he was gonna kiss me. But all he did was pinching my cheeks with a smile crept on his face.
Then he walked outside the room and I was standing there alone feeling like an absolute fool.
Hi, I am Jennifer D'souza and this is my story with the boy who can't speak.
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