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I'm leaving--

to get milk, she said and left before his nod replied. The door cried closed and she was lost. How strange, he thought that Love would go and leave her suitcase, clothes behind, then shrugged and drank his coffee black.

Ten minutes. She was back, his wife, with milk, and grace, and eyes.

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