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He whispered words to me then, words so frail they failed to support the weight of their meaning. They crumbled from his mouth and gently landed on the floor below. When he had finished I gently crumbled after them. A dust ball that had collected under the couch consoled my bruised countenance with such words chivalry has never seen. 

Created: Jul 21, 2012


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