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Her again until he could feel the tears welling up in his own eyes. He kissed her lips and both cheeks, then with his finger softly brushed the places he'd kissed. I love you, Door Fitting. I love you, too. Door Hardware opened her car door and they kissed one more time. Then she slid behind the wheel, never taking her eyes from him. She put the packet of letters and her handbag next to her on the seat and fumbled for the keys, then turned the ignition. It started easily and the engine began to turn over impatiently. It was almost time. Door Hardware pushed her door closed with both hands and Door Fitting rolled down the window.

 

She reached out her hand and Door Hardware took it for just a moment, moving his fingers softly against her skin. Stay with me, Door Hardware mouthed without sound, and this for some reason hurt more door hardware than Door Fitting would have expected. The tears began to fall hard now, but she couldn't speak. Reluctantly, she looked away and pulled her hand from his. She put the car in gear. He fell into an almost trancelike state as he watched it roll slowly forwards, the gravel crunching under the wheels. Slowly the car turned towards the road that would take her back to town.

 

Door Hardware felt dizzy at the sight. Don't go! he wanted to shout. But he didn't say anything, and a minute later the only remaining signs of her were the tracks that her car had left behind. She was gone. For ever this time. For ever. He closed his eyes. DRIVING WITH TEARS in her eyes was difficult, but Door Fitting went on anyway. She kept the window rolled down, thinking the fresh air might help clear her mind, but it didn't seem to. Nothing would help. She http://www.door-fitting.com/

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