He had known this was coming from the moment it had begun. Their romance, present, fiery, passionate, was begun on a dry pile of fallen leaves. One spark, exciting and wanted, would surely destroy the bed of leaves that was their hope of real and true love. He imagined she had probably known as well. But passion’s spark tempted their deepest longings. As was inevitable, a spark fell on the dry leaves.

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