Kendra was walking through the dark alley the streets of London were quiet that night. Her thoughts overwhelmed her and the cold wind was like a dead man's whisper. She looked up at the moon; it was so bright it lit up the night sky. As she was walking in the cold air, she was thinking I don't expect this to end well.
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"The moon is really beautiful tonight, isn't it?" she said, as she's standing by the window, looking at the moon.
"It's gorgeous" he said, staring at her, not paying any attention to anything else.