Love through the looking-glass
He looked at her. Hungry. “You complete me.” She dabbed some green eye-shadow as he spoke. Fidgety. Fickle. “You fulfill me.” She drew the contours of her left eye with the new kohl-liner. She looked at him from the reflection in the mirror. Forlorn. Formidable. Friend-less, he seemed. She hated attachment. She went on to…
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