{"No more of that damned sting. No more of this love business!", she said to no one in particular. One could also make a rather razor-sharp point that no one could respond to her, owing to the simple fact that her vicinity happened to be inhabited by but a host of torn photographs, none of which were enchanted.
As a breeze cajoled the lopsided window and carefully tip-toed it's way in, her hair received the treatment most actresses do facing the larger than life electric fan. Or so it played in her head. And out of the gorgeously lop-sided window stood a gorgeous man with a lop-sided smile. Though he looked completely smitten and secure in his relationship with the chocolate tart, nestling beautifully in his hand, she had done the inevitable.. again. She had sighed.
Thus, the damned sting was well on it's way to making a fabulous return.}
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