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At sunset the summer-house looked beautiful. Scared to be first in case she was stood up, Rebecca held herself tight to the trunk of the aged oak. She watched the darkness and waited while trying to control her breath and her thoughts that made her tremble. Out of the shadow a shape appeared moving with urgency until it vanished inside.
“Breathe just breathe”. She whispered, while shaking her fingers and straightening her back. Heat burned her throat and bile filled her mouth, bent at the waist she spat into the undergrowth. She fumbled in her pocket then placed a mint on her tongue, tugged the hem of her skirt and walked forward.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust but she instinctively knew where her lover was. “You came then, I was scared you…
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