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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.