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We found a corner, where we could be alone and talk about what we'd been through, ever since. She asked me what I was doing there, that evening, with a sceptical flair. I told her, I came for the music, perhaps even a little dance. She said she'd been invited by her friend Caster, who hosted the event. We had a few beers together and watched the show, when she gave me the kind of news I wasn't expecting.

She told me she was getting married the next year, leaving any further details behind. My heart was broken, but somewhere down the escape to reconciliation, I was pleased to hear she'd finally found happiness. I congratulated and hugged her, like we'd always been doing throughout each of our memorable encounters. This time, my arms had trouble letting go, as if this would be our final chance to show how much we truly cared for each other.

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