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“Do you remember, my love, the time when we were young?” her sky blue eyes were suddenly sparkling with life.
“What do you mean Marguerite?” Theodor asked is beloved wife, suffering from dementia, he was not used to her remembering things or even recognising him.
“When we were sixteen”, she started her tale, “we weren’t in love yet, we were just great friends. I was more boyish than you, my head full of trouble. On the neighbours pasture there were two horses, grazing in the evening sun, you remember?”
Theodor nodded with a wide smile spreading over his face, longing for her to continue remembering.
“You were reluctant to my proposition, of stealing those great horses, trained for prestigious competitions. Of course we ended up in trouble. What was important, we kissed for the first time. No one could separate us, as our love was cemented by a…
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