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  • Winter was just turning that year. The restaurant was cozy, like some restaurants are.
    A clock outside held four. Almost.

    She ordered ice cream and he ordered hot chocolate. Her right hand in his left, and his right leg locking hers tight. Their eyes eloquent. They believed, you know. It could be no other way.

    That day held its light. Almost.


    It is that time once again, everyday. For years.
    And she feels the warmth of his hand. Almost.

    It could have been no other way.
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