Flair sat at the top of a 20 story building, her legs dangaling over the edge. She smiled and closed her eyes as the breeze flowed through her hair. She had on a black crop top with the words 'love life' written in gold cursive letters across it and had on black skinny jeans. She wore black high top Converse and a black chain necklace with a charm on it. She looked out over the city and sighed. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground below.
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fire escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down next to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down next to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
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Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make out the girl sitting ontop of the building. He climbed the fire escape and silently walked up behind the girl. Then he sat down next to her.
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Flair looked at the boy who had just sat down next to her.
"Oh Lane..." she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around him and cried silently into his shoulder. Lane wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her hair.
"Everything is gonna be okay, Flair." he said softly."I promise."
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'It was March 1957 and I was taking photographs in Paris.1 afternoon I went up the Bastille and I saw 2 lovers on a balcony.They were standing very near each other.They were talking.I took just 1 photo and they didn't hear me.I called it Lovers at the Bastille.Luckily for me this photo became very popular in France.Soon posters and postcards with my picture of the 2 lovers were everywhere.But I never knew who the 2 young people were.They never contacted me.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take you there if you want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'
'30 years later I had an exhibition of my photos in Paris.I was talking to some friends when suddenly a man came up to me and said,'I know your 2 lovers.They live near here.I can take you there if you want.'I immediately decided to go and meet them.This was their story.'