It is a truth universally known that a red balloon, two figures, a city streetscape, at dusk is the setting for romance. As Jane stepped into Austen’s world, she pondered how this was known throughout all time and space. She hurried towards the cafe where Austen sat, waiting. They had not met for 2 moments, but to Austen, it felt like 2 years. They walked out onto Pemberley Street, hand in hand. “I have something for you,” said Jane, releasing the red time balloon, setting it off into the sunset. Austen’s eyes widening as he realised...“I love you too.”
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