People Are Strange
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Eden had an eye on someone.
The stranger's sultry aura was akin to a spider's web, luring her in a dangerous web of no escape; becoming harder to resist with each second, legs taking her to where heart desired. Nothing else mattered except for taking a clearer look at his face, passing by hundreds of people who'd let themselves into the flowing water of the music, moving their bodies smoothly to the guitar's tantalizing melody. How could she keep herself away from this? From him.
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This is a sequence of my book: When the Sparrows Sing https://www.amazon.com/When-Sparrows-Sing-Hira-R%C3%BCzgar-ebook/dp/B0CCBTTD1F
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Are you okay?
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