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Inside the window, the applause was thunderous. In the ethereal and elegant ballet, I danced soundly, eyes downcast, the man in front of me - confident and mysterious he offered me flowers, and he is the murderer of my sister. Outside the window, the rain pours down. My lover is soaked to the skin, but his thoughtful heart is warm and brave. He was the wind chime that swayed and clamored under the eaves of my youth; the romantic, gentle, youthful young man I treasured...