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      Looking at her photo, He sighed again rubbing his chest which is still burning from the day She left him to die in guilt.

  " I can't undrestand what are you seeing in her that you keep staring at her when She is working and at her photo when She Leaves."

Without turning He said :

" She is the dream that i can see but can never touch."

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