Every man’s neighbour is his looking-glass.


Yesterday morning, I decided to set a rhythm for the day.
I want to clean up top-to-toe with brisk efficiency.
Any regrets?

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The woman who stood before me was
charming.
When the train pass through a curve, I got glimpses of her pierced navel and my heart skip.

 

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