Meanwhile she turned the page of her diary by her wrinkled hand,She waved her tentacles on every line of that sheet and mumbled each and every single poem written for the love of her life.
Were he couldn't stop himself from gravatizing for her again,Mumbling his speech he expressed his affection for her.
Their passion of relising feelings amongst them turned to be the same, just like back in time.
Oh come on!
65 years was just a number for them.
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