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“He had savored the nectar of her affection, yet in her absence, her barbs became more cherished than the bloom of any rose. She had departed, leaving behind little chance of reconciliation. Something was amiss, perhaps even his own sanity of mind.” — Rolf van der Wind
He had savored the nectar of her affection, yet in her absence, her barbs became more cherished than the bloom of any rose. She had departed, leaving behind little chance of reconciliation. Something was amiss, perhaps even his own sanity of mind.