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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.