She stood by the rose-covered chain-link fence at dusk. traces of many tears on her ruddy face. She felt so empty. Why did he go? She had all the essentials that had made her such a good catch: she had learned many tasty recipes from her mom and she could operate farm machinery; what more could he have wanted? But, he left anyway, seeking more than this hard farm life with a sullen woman for his wife. It was all his fault. He had ruined everything. She was alone, and he could never be forgiven for that.
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