Fiction XI

“For a person who speaks English so beautifully, one would think you’d spell a little better… Who taught you English anyway? Oh, I remember – Ms. X. You had a crush on her, didn’t you?” she asks.

“Don’t you ever talk about her! She was the most beautiful woman ever! I used to pretend to forget stuff, just so she’d punish me.”

“Whatever” she snaps back.

“I woo the day I met you!”

“So now you even mix similar sounding words?! SighΒ It’s “rue” not “woo” !

“Same difference.”

And they fought happily ever after.

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