I remembered I saw her somewhere else, but I couldn't remember where I met her. I was quite frustrated because of her smile, no I mean the sacarstic kind of... My favourite white shirt was stained by hot split coffee and she walked passed me.
Then she paused and looked at me.
She is beautiful, if without the grin.
I met her in church before and worship the same Lord, I suddenly recalled.
It's true that I split my coffee, but pity her.
She had split the favor of God from her cup at the moment.
My split coffee is far more cheaper than what she had lost.
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