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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
A knock at the door changed everything.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The end.