Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts. Unhappy ones. Of course they’re pale. Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’... not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two dozen or so colleges that made up the famous University of Oxford, its streets were full of students. My game is more like Financial Planning."How'd you do in high school?" I asked.She looked me straight in the eye. "I was number three in my class of 800. I decided I didn't want to have to give a speech on Graduation Day, so I fiddled an exam or two so I wouldn't be any higher. And you?"I looked back. "I was top in my class of 200. When they asked me to do a valedictory, I told them if I had to, I just wouldn't show up for graduation. So they stuck someone else with it."She smiled that smile of. It was really a nice & sweet experience with her. She also told me next day while we discussed this that she also liked all that happened but she also said that this was first & last time between us. I had a huge respect for her so i also agreed. Then we continued our friendship & slowly it started moving towards love kind of feelings. It tool about 1 more month & one day i confessed her that i have got feelings for her & i wanna make love to her. Initially she tried to give all reasons but i. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Slowly I opened the door and peeked around it ready to bolt at any second. Nothing there.I called out. “Pam?”I hear. “In the kitchen dear.”I think that, “dear,” was just thrown in to put me off my guard, she really behind the kitchen door with a butcher knife.Slowly I head to the kitchen. I rush through the door and quickly turned my arms up, ready to block the first blow.She’s at the sink, washing vegetables. My noisy entry caused her to.
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