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Two Roads She knew, as soon as he entered, something was amiss. His nose and lips crinkled his aversion. Putting his cloth shoulder bag and camera carefully down on the table besides the flat entrance, he absentmindedly patted the big light brown dog leaping enthusiastically around his legs. He greeted her briefly - a short, barely civil grunt, which caused the smile to flee her lips. A glistening brightness momentarily visited her eyes, and then left them misted. Darkness passed through her,... Sign in to see full entry.