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She thought she heard a whisper, her name passing faintly on a breeze but there were no words to escape this feeling... not even years could erase it or dull the sharpness of his absence. Nothing could make it right again. Nothing. And with each stroke of a brush she painted it permanent like a monument upon this dress, so he would know...she will never forget. Never.
Rating:  [5 of 5 Flaming Jalapenos!] |
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