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By splatipus Date: 2002 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.22.18.18.9213]] |
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They were the golden couple. Childhood sweethearts and married after they both graduated, nothing could go wrong for them. A solitary tear ran down his face as he placed the Sunflowers, her favourite, on the grave. He held out his hand to his daughter, the baby that had killed her and they slowly walked away. |