My girlfriend died. I was heartbroken, and vowed to remain faithful to her memory. At first I had no difficulty; my distress was so great that I couldn't even contemplate kissing anyone else. But, after a while, another girl started showing her interest. I resisted her advances. "You're very pretty" I told her, "but it's just too soon. I'm sorry" She wouldn't give up. She kept gently touching me, and fluttering her mascara-coated eyelashes. Eventually, I yielded, and fell into her arms. The man asked us to leave. He said our rustling, slurping and giggling was upsetting the other mourners.
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