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SheWrites:
Bina prayed and believed that God will deliver her from herself.

Change is a gradual process and Tjay knows exactly what he is getting into.

You're right.

Keep the hugs first...just say something.

SheWrites:
Amen thanks!

I wrote those stories three, four years ago.

While you're busy Changing into the Christmas gears, lemme tickle your attention.
Earlier I was brooding over this Broken Bottle's saga, and it dawned on me that the curtain didn't actually fall at the right moment. If it did fall at all.
Correct me if I'm wrong, Bina's problem wasn't lack of who loves her, who to love or who would propose (8 times you told us). It was her attitude, her unlady-like touch of her environment, from unkempt room to elsewhere and everything else. Not neccessary to end with her choosing to consciously be neat and tidy, but since you chose to end on a happy note, I think a couple of sentences would have fix her problem up.
"Are you serious...Would you marry me?"
"Yes." He hugged her the more. " Absolutely! Next week or even sooner." she blushed. "On a simple condition." she reluctantly pull out of his hug. Her pink cheek slowly lose its glow as a crease appeared on her forehead, and Tjay looked deep into her searching eyes, knowing the one nagging attitude she must change....
Bla Bla blah until the curtain fall.

But correct me if I got it wrong.


NB: just before someone thinks I'm hating on this amazing writer, try look up at my opening sentence. If I brood over a writeup, that shows I loved it. Even you.