

The End of a StoryA girl and her boy sat deliberately in the way of the wind underneath a cherry blossom tree in the middle of spring in the early hours of the night. Above them in a starlit sky, the moon hung like a mistletoe, holding the couple's gaze as the girl clutched tightly at her side of the red blanket draped around them. The blanket slid a little further off of the boy's shoulders; he had already long relinquished his own grip on his side of it so he could wrap an arm around the girl and hold her hand at the same time.The End of a Story
He released the girl's hand for a moment, and his features lit up in green from the face of a digital watch. He sighed.
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And thank you!
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