ashwini narkhede

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The encounter hadn’t lasted long—the space of a few heartbeats—but in those few taut moments, without so much as a word or a nod, she had bewitched him. And had then proceeded to treat him as if he were invisible. At school, in town, even at the farm, she’d gone out of her way to steer clear of him. And who could blame her, when he’d stood there staring like a lovesick calf? It
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