Categories: Etudes

The first love came. It was big and beautiful

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The first love came. It was big and beautiful.
Then came the second love, followed by the third, and every
new love was less than the previous one, until
the last one arrived. Very small and inconspicuous.
No one knew it had come, except those twos,
for whom it was greater than the first one.

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