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His right arm reached towards the door of the limo. He grabbed the handle, and opened the door. "Come here, have a seat", he said and reached his other hand towards me. "Thank you", I said, and placed my hand in his. I walked slowly past him and sat down inside the limo. He sat down too, right next to me. "Do you fancy a glass of champagne?"...
Remember, remember, the fifth of november. Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder, treason, should ever be forgot...
He was looking out at the audience. There were so many people, and twice as many eyes. They were waiting in silence. He could feel his whole body was shaking. Nervous. It was never a good feeling. But he knew it would go away the moment he started singing. He rotated and faced the band. Nodded, to tell them he was ready. The Verizon’s ran out on the stage. The audience went crazy, screaming. He placed his hand on the microphone. “New York City! Are you ready?!”
Her heart that once was whole, was now crushed into a thousand pieces. She looked at him with watery eyes. He couldn't even look at her. His head was facing the ground. His hands inside his pockets. She bursted into tears. He walked away...
His eyes was staring at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her body so perfect, with its hourglass looking shape. Curves. Curves he'd never seen another body of a woman have before. She was blushing. Her sweet face turned slightly pink...