The Hardest Thing To Say
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Last published Sat, Jan 5, 2013
Paula and Mark grew up together and became the best of friends. Other people see them as the Childhood Sweethearts and even hoped that they will end up together someday. Well, it's not like the baddest idea but they seemed to be more like siblings with each other. Until the time Paula had her heart broken, she went to seek comfort from Mark and started feeling something weird.
That night incident changed her life and start falling in love wit her best friend. She badly wanted to confess her feelings towards Mark but didn't get any better chances. Will she be able to mouth Mark the hardest thing to say?
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