Sunday, March 26, 2017

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His head dropped low like his chin had lost the hinges that held them.
Face blushing, eyes rolling, lips drooping.
His taste buds had uncovered the secret and had vowed to let the cat out of the bag.
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Qiniso Mogale 26 March 2017

Brilliant

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