” He hesitated, and walked away from her toward the house. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. E. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror.
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