And so she starts saying "maybe you are right."
Maybe you are right that the monsoon doesn't close roads. Maybe you are right that we should have gone right instead of straight. Maybe I should have used tumeric instead of chili powder.
And through his inflating sense of manhood and victory, he fails to sense the dark and lonely foreboding in her surrender.
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