a long hard step. The air was bitterly cold, frigid. His top hat and black slicker jacket clung to him like a second glove. Lonely, that's what he felt and the day had been long, too long. Grim faced he had left her 3 cities back and what felt like an eternity away. She hated goodbyes and refused to say it, so tomorrow will just be another drawn out hello for her, and for him, another chance to go his own way.
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The wind whispered in his ear...
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