He burned the letters that I hid under the mattress of the old bed. The tongues of fire from the fireplace devoured in seconds the words of love that did not belong to him. He had never observed the edge of the ax before, until that night.
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Greetings to all, here I leave my participation in Zapfic proposal of 240 characters.
I hope you enjoy it.
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