Long golden blonde was her wavy hair, emerald green were her deep round eyes, soft olive was her skin; like an angel sent from far beyond she stood standing in the kitchen before him.
“Every piece of my being tells me this is wrong, and it’s only going to end in disaster.”
“Please tell me you love me.”
“No, Sophie. I’m sorry . . . I don’t. I don’t love you . . .”
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