She nodded. "Mm. Look at us now," She repeated softly. She looked down and fell silent for a while. When she spoke again, her voice was still barely above a whisper. "What do you see, when you look at us now?"
The man let out an abrupt, short laugh. "That's quite a question!" He said. "Perhaps 'yet' is not just suited to cliff-hangers and long conversations, but pseudo-philosophy as well," He said with a smile. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't I supposed to be asking the questions?"
"If only you were asking the questions, it'd be a pretty one-sided conversation, I think."
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Paroxysms
Short Story"I'd say that was poetic, but I have no idea what you just said to me." She muttered. "Paroxysms of rage and sadness." He simply repeated. [par-uh k-siz-uh m] (noun) :: any sudden, violent, outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion. She laughed...