They met in (surprise, surprise) the bar where she works.
He was young.
Charming.
Dashing.
Everything she had dreamed of in a man and so much more.
(But then the Demon's Drink consumed him.
Ironic, isn't it?)
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Oh, the Irony indeed.
It hurts. She must have been blinded, jaded. We romantics are somewhat stupid that way.
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