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Letters to Juliet
Category: Romance
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The end.