She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
(Even when crying; normally a distasteful sight), as she sat sobbing under a hankerchief tree.
Of course I approached her and offered assistance, a shoulder, and anything else for that matter.
I asked why she cried so publicly. She replied that she wept because she could not reach the hankerchiefs that festooned the tree above her.
I smiled then and reaching up, plucked a starched white flower from above and offered it to her.
She snatched it from my hand, still sobbing. then turned and waved the handkerchief at a man standing in a window of the house opposite. 'I surrender, I surrender.' she screamed.
Moments later the door of the house opened and the most beautiful woman in the world flew into the bastards arms, He then wiped away her tears with a tissue of lies.
Sic biscuittus disintergrat!
(Even when crying; normally a distasteful sight), as she sat sobbing under a hankerchief tree.
Of course I approached her and offered assistance, a shoulder, and anything else for that matter.I asked why she cried so publicly. She replied that she wept because she could not reach the hankerchiefs that festooned the tree above her.
I smiled then and reaching up, plucked a starched white flower from above and offered it to her.
She snatched it from my hand, still sobbing. then turned and waved the handkerchief at a man standing in a window of the house opposite. 'I surrender, I surrender.' she screamed.
Moments later the door of the house opened and the most beautiful woman in the world flew into the bastards arms, He then wiped away her tears with a tissue of lies.
Sic biscuittus disintergrat!
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