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What makes this love story different from all the love stories around???
It's easy to love a good person, but loving a bad person and trying to make them good, accepting them as they...
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" I told Stella that you was flirting with girls here " novail said " you did what ??" i asked raising my eyebrow " I told her what you was doing "he said " YOU MOTHERFUCKING PRICK " i shout as i ran towards him , but the owner of the shop came , " calm down young men " she said as she stopped us " you guys did good job today , you can go home now " she said , giving us drinks
" you are really nice Miss " Novail said with a big smile on his face , and the woman playfully hit him
after that ,novail and i came to Stella's house , we really treating her house as our own , and to be honest , i don't feel this comfortable , in my home also .
" I wanted to talk about something from a while " i said , " say " he said , as we sat down on couch of her living room
" you know anything about how to impress girls " i asked " if you want to impress Stella , you have to do very small but meaningful things " he said , " who said i want to impress Stella " i shout " shut up , i know you very well " he said slapping my back
" so tell me how to impress her " i said and he laughed " you should plan a date with her " he said " and don't do anything too fancy , but a beautiful candle light date , in the home only " he added
he was right , Stella is kind of person who would love these kind of things
" do you know what she likes to eat " he asked ," no "
"do you know ,what movie she likes ??" he asked
"no" i replied
"her favorite color? '
" no"
" her favorite place ?"
"no"
" what you know about her ?" he asked in frustration
and if I think about it , I really don't know much about her , not even her past , not even her likes and dislikes . and she knows almost everything about me .
