“She was like smoke which slowly moved up until finally disappeared in air.”

There were two cups of coffee on the table and a perfect weather for a story. As the old man sipped his coffee and remembered what though had happened ages ago but yet was its imprints were fresh in his mind.

He then said, she was

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