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You lifted your gaze,

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Kiku's hands shook as he lifted the worn wooden bucket. The precious sea water within sloshed over the sides, a few drops splattering the scuffed stone beneath his tabi socks.

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Now, however, he was alone, frightened of messing up, unsure if he would preform it correctly.

If he messed up, it would be on his head and at a terrible price, The secret his entire village strove to protect would be rui

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The Brownie

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For most people cleaning is a job that is preformed quickly. A duty that is a boring necessity. For others, cleaning is a habit, something that is done at the end of every day.

For you, cleaning was nothing, mainly because you never had to. Not anymore.

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Clothing you had left on the floor was suddenly clean and neatly folded on your dresser. Dishe

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Unfortunately, the latter was becoming more and more of a problem as you lay beside the fo

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The prince sighed. The kingdom always got servants every few months, so this was yet another uneventful day. A messenger then en

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"Hi, I guess I'll be cleaning you," You say with a smile before turing the water on.
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Said she'd never been in love before
Tried the best she could to hide herself away

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The American, now in his brown heavy bomber jacket laid the flowers on your tombstone.

Alfred vividly remember those images of the war, as if it just happened yesterday. He took out a wet towel, wiping the image of you on the tombstone, thoughts all about you and your strength.

Alfred sat on the dirt soil, shutting his eyes, leaning against your grave.

He could remember it all; clearly.

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(Name) briefly wonder how she and Alfred end up in this situation, they had only going to by milk and now she was frozen with fear as a mugger stood there pointing a gun at them. The worst thing then happened as serein’s could be heard.
BANG
“No” came a heart breaking scream.

(Name) then remembered every special memory that she had with Alfred

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"…and the way he held her and pulled her, curled her waist round his arms, then kissed her for two long minutes. The movie was rubbish!” he said coming out of the bustling exit hall. The walls around were enveloped by the postures of the very movie, where the hero and heroine were passionately kissing each other. The same heroine whose movies he never missed, he detested her today.
“I loved it dude, it was romantic,” said Nikhil.
“So did I,” added Rajesh.
“And why on earth would the daughter of a millionaire elope with a local goon.”
“It’s called love dude.”
Ishant kept quiet, Rajesh and Nikhil continued gossiping while he tried to ignore them. In the evening, they went to the circus.
“And this is what I call fun, a real fun. The ropewalker! She was amazing. When the magician took out a cat from his hat instead of rabbit, I nearly died laughing,” he said coming out of the exit gate, a few people were around.
“Ish, we’ve watched the same thing more than three times,” said Nikhil.
“What’s wrong with you?’ asked Rajesh.
“But it was funny!”
As he passed through the alley, he saw a couple smooching each other. Gnashing his teeth, he passed by on clenched fist, suppressing a strong urge to rebuke them for acting ingloriously in a public path. The couple paused as they noticed him and continued as he vanished.
It was midnight when he woke up. He visited his inbox once again, now he would feel pleasure reading and re-reading it. Sometimes he wondered how she could write all those in four sentences only. He checked it and rechecked it;
I like you; you are a nice guy, Ishant. It’s just that I don’t want to have any affair with you. I’m not ready for any kind of relationship right now. I’m really sorry, Ish.”

He sighed and rested his elbow on the table, rubbed his warm face, ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, came at the window, looked out, it was silent outside. He took a deep breath and went back again and read it and re-read it.