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May 25, 2010

There was something strongly unpleasant about him. In the same way that a throng of shiny, hard-backed insects swarming over an open hole can instantly prickle your skin. He made you shudder and move away. Which was perhaps the reason, why she did not notice the open-throated, blue jeans jacket with no shirt underneath.  He waited for her eyes to demure over his broad, thick-haired chest. She, for once, stayed under her dupatta and escaped into the kitchen gladly, mock retching to her sister on her way in.

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