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| When Harry Met Sally |
| Harry met Sally and asked for a date; She accepted without question, filled with joy. The evening was dull; he brought her home late; Two silent figure neared slowly her door. "Harry?" -- "Sal?" his nose crinkled, "You go first." Her eyes softened, a sweet voice grew sober. "Of all dates I've been on this was the worst -- I don't think I want to see you again." "My sentiments exactly," he murmured, His eyes searching for hers -- cold, yet gentle. "Oh gosh, what a relief," Sally whispered; "I did not want to say that, to hurt you." "Ditto," he breathed, his eyes brimming with tears; Wounded, he sighed -- but could not help seeing The wispy tendrils that curled 'round her ears -- The dewiness of her eyes, blind with pain. He stepped forward, fingers stroking her cheek; She hesitated, but could not resist. His touch o'erwhelmed her senses, left her weak - She withdrew, trembling, her face wan and pale. "Oh Harry, oh no. I can't" she stammered "Can't kiss you, can't date you.. please understand." He stroked her jaw, "Oh Sally," pled tender -- "Yes, you can. I can taste it in your lips." |