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The harsh winter wind reminded him of her.

She loved hearing it whooshing through the trees near his window. He remembered everything about her.

Her haunting smile that had a mysterious factor, as if she was promising you something beyond your wildest fantasies; and an everlasting mischievous tinge in her cheerful countenance.

His inner voice spoiled this tender moment.

She really wasn't coming back, was she?

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