Jules stands in front of the window, eyes glued to the woman gardening his courtyard. His hand is pressed against the glass and his forehead leans on it. A mournful sigh leaves his mouth and he caresses the glass, pretending his touch could reach his beloved Margaret. His heart yearns to be loved by her, desperate for her attention. "Oh, Margaret..." He mutters softly, voice tinged with unyielding love.
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27/05/2025