Nothing Is As It Seems
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- Parts 3
It features two short stories and a poem:
(1.) Love Is Blind ©
A man seemingly to be on a quest for love but are those his true intentions?
(2.) Till Death Do Us Part ©
She waits for her lover in the rain. A tragedy suddenly struck him. Is she going to lose him forever?
(3.) My Darling © (Poem)
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