"I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in two days, cause cold nostalgia chills me till the bone. But drenched in vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night, waist deep in thought because when I think of you, I don't feel so alone."
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I shook the little golden locket into his palm. It was round with a slender vine border carved around the outside edge of the circle. Edward popped the tiny catch and looked inside. There was space for a small picture and, on the opposite side, an inscription in French.
"Do you know what this says?" he asked...
"The shopkeeper told me is said something along the lines of 'more than my own life'. Is that right?"
"Yes, he had it right.""
I shook the little golden locket into his palm. It was round with a slender vine border carved around the outside edge of the circle. Edward popped the tiny catch and looked inside. There was space for a small picture and, on the opposite side, an inscription in French.
"Do you know what this says?" he asked...
"The shopkeeper told me is said something along the lines of 'more than my own life'. Is that right?"
"Yes, he had it right."