A Whirlwind Romance


Though technically imperfect, this is a story like no other.

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Charles Junkett, a surname he hated by the way, and Samantha Prigg met on the first day of University at a ‘Freshers’ gathering where both were meant to throw caution to the wind and drink deeply from the froth filled chalice of freedom and irresponsibility. Charles dressed in a suit and sipping carefully at his lime cordial and mineral water noticed that the girl beside him, dressed in a brown below the knee skirt and matching blouse was also supping from the same cocktail, if we can hurl that name at such a concoction.

“Great Minds” he said to her raising his glass, and she replied, “Wished they were somewhere else”. He replied “Don’t they just. I say, do you fancy wandering off and having a coffee somewhere instead,” and she did not mind: so had begun a courtship which had lasted for fifteen years. They both lived in the…

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