Perfectly imperfect match.
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It was a Wednesday morning. There’s the sun, shining brightly outside her windows as the wind dances gracefully along her curtain made of soft cotton; there’s the birds chirping in a soft tune that matches the gentle rustle of the leaves as the breeze moved past them. It was perfect- but it still lacked something.
All I asked was a peaceful day. Gods, have I committed such a sin that you punish me like this? Elliana couldn’t help but question the heavens as she glared at the back of the man who’s watching soccer with his arms spread off the couch while she vacuums the floor.
“You know, I once coached a soccer team back in the day. It was in England.” He said, turning to look at her who’s vacuuming by the kitchen entrance. “They won the cup 5 years stra
