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a high heeled shoe

I danced until my high heeled shoe broke. I knew he was the one for me. It was a cool autumn night and we were out on the patio. As we twirled and swayed the whole world seemed to standstill. Leaves of red and orange floated softly down through a firefly ballet. When the music stopped we stood there silent, him looking at me and me looking at him in to his crystal blue clear eyes. He took my hand and lead me towards the bench where he invited me to sit. It was a beautiful night the stars shone brightly down and I laid my head on his shoulder.That’s when he got up and walked to the other side of the patio and picked something up from behind a potted plant.He slowly turned and walked back but sit he did not.

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