The First Taste is Always the Sweetest
It was a warm, late summer afternoon and Emily gazed at the dreamy lecturer as he went through the latest events in relation the United Kingdom leaving the EU. She loved his cute little beard and his kind, deep blue eyes. European politics was her best area and she was enjoying her first semester in Political Philosophy. As she listened, she glanced through the window of the lecture theatre. She was aware that Mr Forrester had made eye contact with her a few times and each time, she had been...
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