He: I detest too much milk in coffee.
She: Sometimes I feel the luxury of choice taken away from me.
He: The blue brings out the pearly white of your skin.
She: I'm decorated black and blue on the inside.
He: Winter comes with it's own pallet of hues.
She: I could never see distinct colours clearly as a child.
He: Elevator conversations cannot really be considered conversations.
She: Small spaces make me feel drowned and burned at the same time.
He: Is this space too small?
She: Perhaps not for someone else.
(In response to Aditi Rao's Beginnings )
She: Sometimes I feel the luxury of choice taken away from me.
He: The blue brings out the pearly white of your skin.
She: I'm decorated black and blue on the inside.
He: Winter comes with it's own pallet of hues.
She: I could never see distinct colours clearly as a child.
He: Elevator conversations cannot really be considered conversations.
She: Small spaces make me feel drowned and burned at the same time.
He: Is this space too small?
She: Perhaps not for someone else.
(In response to Aditi Rao's Beginnings )
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