BC Vingt-Huit

     She'd seen him. As he'd seen her. Seemed as though the twain were tossing coins of chances. She was of the opinion that a guy is supposed to tilt the gourd of his pride and pour out its content before a lady. But hmm hmm, Dreg wasn't that kinda guy and she wasn't going to sway to the rusty rhythm pricked by the porous pride that'd pored his sanity. She would keep ignoring him. Even Sea would speak for naught if she tired persuading her. Ah! She was vexed. She watched him return to wherever he'd came from. She wanted to leave immediately, but twould see like tailing. Arrggh.

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