Sliver of straws worry

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As the silver iterator, Astrid, stood on the moonlit shore, she couldn't shake off the worrisome feeling that crept up her spine like a cold draft on a winter's night - her iterator, the love of her life, was in grave danger due to the triple affirmative declaration she had made to their union. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore seemed to echo the turmoil brewing in her mind as she gazed up at the moon, its silvery glow casting an otherworldly light on the desolate landscape. The thought of losing him, of being torn apart by the very fate they had once sought to bind themselves to, was a prospect that filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread. And yet, as she thought back on their vows, made beneath the same moon's watchful gaze just a fortnight ago, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been blinded by love and blinded herself to the potential consequences of their triple affirmative promise. The iterator's words still lingered in her mind: "To love, to cherish, and to never part" - a pledge that now seemed more like a cruel joke. As she stood there, lost in thought, the wind began to pick up, carrying with it the whispers of her own doubts and fears, and Astrid knew that she couldn't afford to wait any longer - she had to find a way to save their love, no matter the cost.

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