She ran, pell-mell down his street, eager to see the smile in his eyes. The roses in her cheeks glowed like the small flower she had left on his doorstep that morning, telling him she would come. Puzzlement paled her bloom as she slowed and saw the small red smear of the still smoking petals..
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Wow! Painful contrast, nicely handled!
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