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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.