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The Finality of Love
He walked along the cobbled streets, a terrible freezing gloaming, frosted air. Snow crystal upon snow crystal dampen the arctic gelidity: his head was chilled, his teeth chattered and frostbite raked his fingertips. He turned, shuffling into a side street. Fear clutched his heart, but he felt valiant and entered boldly her heated abode. She waited for him, slouching on her sofa. He was quick to notice her stern face, a contrast to her gentle eyes, that shone like the silvery stars. Could he detect some pathos there? Uncertain, he knew how unpredictable she was. A stunning figure on show for him. He pleaded: “Shield me from the freezing night.” Her cat-like smile formed on her ruby lips. “Am I that unwelcome, my sweet? Grant me a few moments of bliss. just one ruddy, wanton, lingering kiss, Then I'll be off and leave you in peace, the peace I shall never find.” It was not to be—the finality of love. The air outside was colder still. His life would be melancholy forevermore.
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