Hundreds of people passed by the two of them every day, and they were lucky that neither of them were chosen, because it would mean their separation. They had met at the top of the world, yet because they remained, they slowly began to be pushed to the bottom.
She loved how his hue accented hers, and how he was so mushy when it came to their relationship. She loved him. He was and will always be her eggplant.
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