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Medieval Story Velour: You words are so sincere and very beautiful. I never knew you to be poetic. And here you are describing another woman in my presence and I not caring at all. Alex: Yes well I love her too much. (And he got up and left the room) Velour: It was as if he were describing me. I with my red hair maybe not as fervent and my blue eyes yet not as extraordinary. Her eyes fill with tears. He gets up and is about to leave. She falls near the couch near the hearth. Velour: I do not have a stone heart. Please do not think I have a stone heart. Alex: Why would you care what I think of you? Velour: I do not know. You make love to another woman every night. You care nothing for me at all, yet my heart aches whenever you are near. Don’t make me hate you, because I try so hard not to. (He looked at her and then left)
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