Alchymical Romance

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Olympic extents to compensate for the love he wouldn’t feel for her. A lot of difficulty for the couple of weeks before her quality started to deplete him of all that he held dear. At that point she’d be gone, and the bar would be raised another score for whomever came straightaway, and where might everything lead him? A lady with superhuman adaptability and the unreasonable idea of an Indian God, maybe. A lady made of fingertips and tongues, with no feeling of disgrace.

He actually wouldn’t adore her.

He sat at his kitchen table, tasted espresso, and gazed over his paper at the bustling road past his window. There was no chance to get around it. He was unable to confront this present reality. He had lived excessively long with the real world. He lifted a hand to his neck and ran