"How are you doing today" I causally asked as I walked by. “Why do you ask?” She angrily retorted. Looking into her beautiful glaring eyes I scrambled for an appropriate rely. "Is there perhaps something I could help you with?" “Why would you want to help an old at like me?” Another question left me silence. Furies impatience jumped at the opportunity. “Then grab the rake and help me finish this yard.” I obliges and raked. She softened and sighed, “Thank you Neighbor.” I raised a brow and smiled at the prospect of romance. She smiled back.
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