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Loss I

“Don’t go” she said

“I have to” He said

But he didn’t. She buried her face, her long silver hair splayed across the bed.

“Stay longer” she said”

“I can’t linger” he said “besides, how are we to make an omelette without eggs?”

He was being metaphorical of course, in that annoying way of his, really he was in love with her sister.

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