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He was leaning in to kiss when there was a knock on the door. He looked at her and put his index finger to his lips. She nodded. He quietly walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and opened the door slightly. “Hey, what’s up, One Word,” JZ said casually, only showed his head in the ajar door.
“Hey, is she awake yet? I brought her a box of tea,” he said as he held up the expensive box.
“Yeah, she’s in the kitchen,” he said and led One Word there. “Hey Elle, you have a visitor!”
New Guy and CeeCee were in the silver building’s lobby talking quietly.
“I think you should ask her what her style is or ask for her ideal party dress,” said CeeCee.
“Me? I don’t have style, remember? I don’t know about these things. How am I supposed to hold a conversation? You also speak English.”
“If I ask her, she’ll think I’m prying into her life. She and I might not be friends after this.”
On his way to Elle’s apartment the next morning with breakfast, JZ remembered his primary lyricist’s words, “End her misery already,” and that was what he intended to do. He arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again and apologetically said, “Sorry I acted like a bad boy yesterday. Please forgive me,” on the other side of the door. Still no answer. Worried…
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In vibrant pinks and purples
The essence of
Beauty and tenderness
In pairs and singles
Until one dies
In five petals
Enjoyment, death, rebirth
In the center