
Doomed from the get-go
April 4, 2011She was not a woman who requested evenings when mornings were an option. She preferred sunlight when it was freshest and most brittle, and dew evaporating from blades of grass. She preferred tea to coffee, and wheat toast served with an egg.
He was a creature of small, twinkly lights, and the drinks served beneath them. His skin always looked just slightly tan, but that’s because he made sure to keep to dim rooms. No one was ever sure why they went on so many dates. It was obvious to everyone around them they would never get along.
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