His Unforgettable Love
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"𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆," he wondered silently as he gazed at her from afar, unnoticed by her.
"𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕," she wondered, as silent tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed at them.
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𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
"HIS UNFORGETTABLE LOVE"
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THE WISH OF HER
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