An Evening

She said: “It’s a beautiful evening, isn’t it? Just about perfection.”

“I know!” he said. “Too bad it’s supposed to rain tomorrow.”

Then they went their separate ways: one to enjoy the evening and the other to spend the evening dreading the disappointment of tomorrow.

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