Each whispered "I love you" held less and less meaning until she didn't mean it at all.
Maybe she never did.
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Short StoryThis is no way to live. This is no way to survive. You either get out of this now Or die trying to balance on the ice.
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Each whispered "I love you" held less and less meaning until she didn't mean it at all.
Maybe she never did.
