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This is the Only Truth

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He gives me a gentle smile, with his pleading eyes demanding my pardon. I can’t help it. He sits on the side bar of the chair and begins to caress my cheeks. I particularly don’t like this habit of his because he angers me a lot and then begins to shower his love.

He knows very well that my resentment can’t stand before his love and affection. He throws out the old flowers and arranges the fresh flowers in the flower vase. He knows that I love flowers and he has made it his habit to bring flowers every time he visits me. I can’t live without the scent of the flowers. It helps me in better concentration while studying. Actually, the flowers keep on reminding me of his presence there.

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