...When he returned. She was gone. Never to return. All trace of her, suddenly, and cruelly ripped from his life. He wandered from room to room, but the echoes of his footsteps rang hollow and empty in the darkness. Wardrobes and drawers now devoid of all that was hers, only the faint scent of her perfume teased his nostrils as he sat and stared into the abyss that was her dressing table mirror. And there in front of him, the remote control for the cd player, just where she left it. He pressed play... And it played... Rick Astley: Cry for help.Birth sign: Gemini
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