He made her laugh, therefore I'm not funny.
I made her laugh, therefore I'm a clown.
She looked with longing into my eyes.
She must want to know if my friend loves her.
I touch her hand and she begins to tremble.
She must be frightened, or the wind is too cold.
I kiss her mouth, and she kisses back.
Either this is a dream, or the end of the world.
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