They sat at a small intimate table in the dim-lit restaurant. At the center of the table was a bouguet of flowers between to lighted candles. Soft romantic music played in the background as they dined; her soft features were shadowed in the glow of the candle-light.
He looks at her over the table and softly speaks to her. the words come forth through the dimness to her. "I don't think I love you anymore my dear." She smiles back over the table and starts to rise from her chair. "I don't think I like you anymore", she replies as she walks away toward the door....

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.01.2011

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