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Jacob with the pigeon
The only thing that Nina thought she could give Jacob as a Christmas gift was pigeon.Nina's father was a lover of birds and he had kept a variety of them in his home.Sometimes Nina could go with her father in bird watching in the bushes.Though Nina was not a lover of birds,She slowly started loving them.One of her most favourite bird was the pigeon. She fell in love with the beautiful winged creatures.When not on vacation with her family or in school,she would be feeding and cleaning the pigeon's cage or sometimes studying and drawing them. Jacob a long friend of Nina and Ninas family,si...
Girlfriend Experiences
She did one more makeup check before her performance. Her eyeliner was a perfect foxy look; a thick bwww.onedoor.cclack line thinning to a point just beyond the edge of each eye. There were no stray eyebrow hairs present, they were all covered by the wide black stripe of makeup. Her forehead was that perfect tanned look she wanted and her cheeks matched except for their hint of rosy. Her cheekbones appeared higher than they actually were and her lip filler was holding strong. She puckered her lips at herself in the mirror, admired the deep red shade of lipstick and bounced up and down a little. Then she...
Potentially Perfect Picture
Blue and Cloud didn’t fit. But that doesn’t mean they weren’t forced to try. Every day, their lives were intertwined and they were forced to attempt to work in harmony, and every day they would end up messing it up for everyone else.Blue was part of the sky. He was part of a group of several pieces able to create the giant abyss above the earth. They were all necessary to create the entire picture and none were more or less important than the other. He's used to being able to be a part of something. Blue along with many others all contributed to creating something beautiful. Even though they ...
Becoming Donna
Right. Well, I don’t know what I expected but this wasn’t it. It had just passed noon when I — through the forest and pulled up into what I guess you could call some remanence of a driveway. A vague path curved around a lone tree in the clearing, it was surrounded by long blades of grass that only recently seemed to gain the courage to venture into this bare area. The trail stopped just short of the entrance to the cabin, and as I parked the car, I looked up at the wooden structure. It was a cabin of decent size, though the fence around it, which left just enough room for a very slim person to...