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... t gaze on the blue colored ceramic cup and the golden water pitcher on the wooden table just beside the bed I had just laid.
We were almost at the doorstep, but my quest for water had me taking a look back at the source of thirst-quench for the umpteenth time.
"Yes. I am." I answered, standing still, my eyes peering down at her, my lips stretching in a thin smile when I saw the smirk cloak her lips.
She found my desperation for water funny. Well, she could smirk away, as ...
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