The candles were lit, the room burned yellow, the music started, they had to go.
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What preceded was an artless afternoon: A table by the window. Soon there will sit one boy and one girl who, careful to betray their feelings, will mostly look through the colorless glass.
In not meeting each other's eyes, the sounds sharpen. They listen to each other's rhythm, each surprised by the other's attention. No big emotion must let loose.
*
The candles were lit, the room burned yellow, the heart felt hunger, they had to go.
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