The pink stuff
Veer was sitting on the porch, his arms were crossed across his chest and while his eyes were angry, his pouting lips showed he was more disappointed than angry. He had been asking mummy if the TV was fixed and she kept repeating the same thing, ‘not yet love. It will be soon.’
It was infuriating!
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