It's A Love Story
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Last published Fri, Nov 25, 2022
The petals fell one by one.
"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.
He..loves me."
Another flower.
"I love him. I love him not. I love him. I love him not. I love him. I love him..not."
She smiled.
"Hm, nature really does not lie.
I loved him. I love him not."
She shrugged as she threw the remains of the flowers in the bin under the kitchen counter.
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