We see our lady, normally calm, streched out on her bedroom floor. Her long skirt splayed gently around her, she is heaving with silent sobs. It's been six months since Adam first aapproached her for a light that fated day. How could she trust him? How could she have fallen so hard? She's written about unrequited love for years, but never been
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