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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.