While I couldn't make the last meeting, I did try my hand at Pat's interesting prompts. Here's what I came up with:
The glamorous being, besieged by tears, stood in a huddle with a ponderous roman and gave her eroded account of events. Her heavy heart wounded by the cubic zirconia her lover had presented. In a red liquid phobia, she’d descended on him like an Indian on cotton, her fitness no flicker. The release of tears and wails continued while he scrolled steep lists of emails, tidy in his iPhone. There would be an ovation, the dead man’s fame already made him immortal against all the odds. It would be a cinch that after this, the woman would junk the jug of wine.
The glamorous being, besieged by tears, stood in a huddle with a ponderous roman and gave her eroded account of events. Her heavy heart wounded by the cubic zirconia her lover had presented. In a red liquid phobia, she’d descended on him like an Indian on cotton, her fitness no flicker. The release of tears and wails continued while he scrolled steep lists of emails, tidy in his iPhone. There would be an ovation, the dead man’s fame already made him immortal against all the odds. It would be a cinch that after this, the woman would junk the jug of wine.
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