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She, spritely, all petite curves and impish smiles. Dangerous. Lovely. He, quiet, stoic, keen intellect and unassuming. Disarming. Charming. They stand close, the deserted bridge stretching into darkness, the path before a dark shadow, and the path behind brightly lit; the night sky yawns the deepest blue, with only pinpricks of light glittering overhead, like pearls on velvet. She spins, arms outstretched, and giggles. "Come dance with me!" she beckons, prancing close to darkness. Why? Why not? she could respond. I am tired. Excuses come easy. she could chide. I don't know how. I will teach you. she could coax. He asks from her