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He fingered the scarf in his pocket. With a tiny smile which flirted around his lips, he thought of her, and brought the scarf to his nose. The faded smell made him think of her and made him wish for her.
She pushed the curtains to the side and saw the stars blinking in the dark sky. She thought with a foolish smile. Will he still remember me?
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