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It's snowing coming down, but it turns to water when it hits the ground. The neighbor's car has a coating of snow. It's like magic. She wishes it would rain all day, but it's expected to stop in an hour or so. She's got her candle burning, it's just not the one with his face on it.
"What if you had replied 'is it ok that we just don't call it anything and it is what it is' - what if I had suggested that compromise?"?
"I still wouldn't have answered you."
"I know."
She has done all the begging that she could muster, and he's still not going to let her in.
It's OK. He gets more and more unrealistic by each day now. It was so very hard before. She's glad it's finally over. For now, she was going to dance a little in the snowflakes.
and cry.
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