Fictions

Distraction

“Look what I do when I read” she showed him few pages of her notebook. The notebook had pages that were written on, scratched later on. Pages were hiding something. But he smiled because he read what she hid.

“You have been a constant distraction of my studies.” She continued.

“So, none other could read, except the one you named your distraction.” He replied.

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