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I was obsessed by the new girl in class.
Being shy by nature, it took me great courage to ask her out. She acquiesced, making my heart twitter. She became my best friend, lover and wife. Her betrayal was unexpected and devastating. She deserted me. I cry by her grave, praying to be united soon.
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