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Second honeymoon
Magic crackled in the air, nothing a stranger could put their finger on, the same old curtains still swept down to brush the same old dusty window sill where an ashtray from Blackpool still served to hold pins. On the dressing table coffee cup rings still lingered amongst the moisturiser, L'Air du Temps, ear-rings, bracelets and a counterfeit Rolex that hadn't run for years. No clue there then but wait, what sorcery is this in the mirror? A reflection of a radiant more vibrant couple than of late busily preparing for a holiday they hoped might double as a second honeymoon
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