Suitor at the window, a (very) short romance

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A suitor came to my window last night. He was tall and dark. ’What do you wish of me?’ I whispered, but he just gazed at me trough jet black and sorrowful eyes..

It turned out he just wanted snacks.

 

Oh well..

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