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  <title>Comments on 'The End'</title>
  <subtitle>He slouched back into his chair. Several minutes passed before he said, &amp;quot;Well?&amp;quot;

She put down the remote control. &amp;quot;Well what?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Aren't you going to apologise?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Love,&amp;quot; she said with a sneer in her voice, &amp;quot;Means never having to say you're sorry.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; he snapped. &amp;quot;Love is having the courage to know when you've done something wrong, and apologising for it. _That's_ what love is, okay? You've built this idea in your head of what you _think_ love is, and it's largely built on the basis of lyrics from crappy 80s love ballads. Well y'know what? I'm done with it, okay? I'm done with giving you everything, with making sacrifices, with walking down that road and never _once_ seeing you walking back the other way to reciprocate. I'm _done,_ alright?&amp;quot;

He realised that he'd stood up at some point during his outburst. Quietly, he added, _&amp;quot;We're_ done.&amp;quot;

She was silent. A tear rolled down her cheek. And then, quite unexpectedly, she smiled.

&amp;quot;We're done?&amp;quot; she said.

&amp;quot;We're done,&amp;quot; he repeated.

And they were.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-01-22T22:41:34Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The End</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I agree with Storykeeper. It seems almost as though they are in a miserable relationship, each waiting for the other to break it off. Great ficlet.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-22T22:41:34Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>[pens&amp;feathers]</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rhapsodyyinblu</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The End</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is interesting.  It seems like she wasn&amp;#8217;t too in to him, like she was waiting for him to break up with her.  She seems very happy about it.  The guy seems more devastated than her, really.  I have to wonder what would cause these two characters to behave that way.  Very nicely written.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19022?basename=35794</id>
    <published>2008-01-22T21:50:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Storykeeper of Fae</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/smile</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on The End</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hmm.  Tragic, and yet somehow happy.  They seem okay with it.  I&amp;#8217;d like to know more.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;And I liked the line about the 80&amp;#8217;s ballads.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-22T21:10:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Stovohobo</name>
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