My facial hairs at my chin were playing the magic.Purposefully I moved my chin on her shoulders, to tease her at that moment she stopped her drawings....And I slowly made a kiss on the sides of her ears,and hold her tightly and planted a kiss on the sides of her ears. I saw that her hairs dancing on the air, yes she have felt goosebumps all over her body. Now I slowly concentrated on her drawings again, and we were in a magical world. Now I am able to hear her heart beats. It was running at such. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of my story. Only much later did I realise that my friend was one of many admirers. (RIP, dear Phil, I still often think of you.) The poems: are by George Gordon, Lord Byron, Alfred Tennyson (not ennobled at the time of this story), and Robert Herrick. Picture of carousel sign. I cannot bear it, I cannot bear. More

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