"What are your motives."
She looked at him. He was graceful. His eyes were comely. She knew that and had acknowledged that to herself over and over again. She was hoping that she hadn't sweep emotions into a whole for him. It's been just two days since they met but it did seem as though they had known themselves since forever. She had no idea from where the chemistry came. There was no use for complicating the odds being a tamed. She observed him again. He was way better than all other tigers she had ever seen. She wasn't sure if she had seen any other tiger except her family. She didn't want to think about them. They were not worth her thoughts. She wouldn't give her thoughts to the smothering thoughts of who they were or how odd they had been to her. She tried to concentrate on the question he had asked. She did hope she had answer to it. She wasn't sure but wanted to be. She was maki
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Tiger In The Street Into The Future XII
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Tiger In The Street Into The Future XIII
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Tiger In The Street Into The Future XIV
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Tiger In The Street Into The Future XV
" Machli, Machli, Machli..." That was the trail of words he heard. He heard only the words but not the owner. He wanted the owner to see but was left hanging in curiosity. He was pining for what was not far away from him. He was longing for what was at his disposal. All he needed was just to be patient enough but he was defected. He wouldn't. He couldn't wait for it. His heart had tiptoed and he was giving it all he could, he guessed. Who was the person who had called him? Who knew him? Who was acquainted with his name? He couldn't be really sure. He couldn't arrive at a sane conclusion. But of course he needed to be sure. He needed to arrive at a sane conclusion. He needed to put his heart up. He needed a mark to make. He needed to put quite the numbers of things straightly. He was counting his options. He couldn't be sure whether or not he was save. He couldn't be sure whether or not he knew wher
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Tiger In The Street Into The Future XVII
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Tiger In The Street XVIII
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