We discover the black hole in a girl’s bag
They want different ones. On Monday, they want to carry a smart black one, on Tuesday, a brown one with fringes, on Wednesday, a pretty pink one with golden clasps, and so on
Guess where I found the woman of my dreams
I was meeting a girl for a business-related matter in a café. Suddenly, her mobile phone rang. ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed. ‘Where is it?’ And she plunged her hand into her bag.
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