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The woman understood what it felt like to love a brute. The kind of men that haunt you forever, that linger over your every step.
She had been young, too young to understand, too in love to comprehend the consequences of marrying such a man.
She remembered the hollow smiles, faces pressed together — he was probably grimacing, but she was just tired, standing in front of that new house, she felt like close to collapsing — frozen in neat square frames.
She no longer had that photograph. It was one of the first to go. Along with their wedding presents — the china cups and the wine glasses, thrown about as carelessly as their words.
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Autumn Leaves (a short story)
Historia CortaA Girl, tormented by her past loves, gets on a tram, and finds solace and support from a woman who has gone through similar ordeals in her youth. As they each reflect on their pasts and decisions, a question which has tormented women for generations...
