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Sonnet 18, Chapter 22Sonnet 18, Chapter 2
[SUNDAY - DAY]
I took a deep breath.
“Briony?” Hearing her name, she turned.
The inquisitive look on her face – her eyes wide, blue like a china dolls’, her perfectly shaped eyebrows raised and her lips slightly parted – changed as soon as she saw who was speaking to her. Almost immediately, her eyes narrowed and her mouth set itself into an ugly crooked line.
“What?” she snapped.
I wasn’t really surprised by her annoyance. I expected that this was the girl she had become, the one who never allowed herself to speak to any
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Sonnet 18, Chapter 11Sonnet 18, Chapter 1
[SATURDAY]
I closed my eyes and leaned against the headboard of my four-poster bed.
I was in my dorm room. I could hear loud music pumping through the walls from the common room, where a party was taking place – the party being the reason I was stuck inside the dorms on a Saturday night. The sound was slightly muffled, but I could hear it loud and clear and could almost feel it penetrating my own body, as if taunting me. In an attempt to block out the irritating noise, I plunged into the sea of thoughts that was my mind at this point, and let myself get lost there.
I thought back to this m
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Hot, Strong and SweetHot, Strong and SweetHot, Strong and Sweet
She spotted him approaching her table and automatically reached for the spoon lying on the checkered tablecloth to check her reflection, but caught herself. We’re not together anymore, she thought reproachfully. Give it up. Move on. And for God’s sake stop trying to impress him!
His trip from the kitchens to her table seemed to take an eternity, and as he walked her eyes travelled helplessly up and down his lean, muscled body. They could not help but linger on his lips, those lips which she had kissed so often.
When he finally arrived at her table, he shuffl
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The Memory of an Old SongThe Memory of an Old SongThe Memory of an Old Song
As I sat at my desk by the window on that foggy morning, my eyes trained on the paper in front of me, I wondered if perhaps the words that appeared as my hand flew across the page might bear some truth.
The progeny of inspiration is music, I wrote, and of music, inspiration is the progeny.
So I closed my eyes and – though I did not press any play button that was within reach – began to hear a song I liked, a song from so long ago, a song the memory of which brought back a rush of a thousand other memories, memories from a happier time, from a better
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