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She was standing in the hallway. From where I was standing I could only see her hair. She had hair as black as coal with a stroke of pink on some of the middle strands. And then she turned. Her face was fair and her cheeks a little fluffy. But she was slim.
When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat or two. I had never laid my eyes on someone so beautiful. It was like a dream. I couldn't move. I couldn't blink. I just started at her angelic face.
What was just a few seconds felt like an eternity. It felt as if there were only the two of us and no one else. The crowd of people standing there seemed to disappear.
Suddenly she went forward and went ahead. I snapped back to reality. I ran towards her but soon she disappeared into the crowd
The battle between King Arthur and Sir Mordred in Morte d'Arthur is similar to other legends of the Middle Ages because its heroes fight nobly
<span>a policy of keeping away from interests of other groups, especially the political affairs of other countries.</span>
