[WP] It's 1893. You're a Parisian man standing outside of a ballet house under the rain at night, with the woman you love dancing inside. You have to leave for her sake. She deserves better than a poor construction worker. The rain masks away your tears. In another lifetime maybe. Just not this one.
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