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Now it was one thing altogether to be seeing her in tabloids news and stories that just seem like petty gossip outlets, then a part of him could deceive himself that what he was saying was just a lie that it was only fiction.

He had told himself that if ever he was to cross paths with Agnes again he would simply walk past her like she didn't exist.

But here he was standing and still and stoic as a statue staring at her as if that was the first time he had ever seen her in his life and in a way it seems to be so.

Her hair had been styled in a wavy pattern and the dress that she wore was a designer special a black sparkling gown that pulled down to the ground and how the tearing that went up to her knee and feather fluffed hands.

A part of him and actually thought that the next time he will see her again she will be on the road with a bowl in our hand begging for assistance and help, then out of the goodness of his heart and the consideration of all times he will just casually through a