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A snippit of dialogue
“There was no way for us to be together. He wanted to. I remembered love. I was curious about the feeling I had once had, but felt nothing. Love was a sculpture in rock or clay but I was only a drawing on parchment."
Published 31st Jan 2018
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31st Jan 2018 5:00am
