The scented candle had almost burned out.

A bottle of Shiraz cracked and the red liquid trickled down the thick glass table top smearing the carpet. Ash fluttered from the toppled ashtray.

The remote, that missed the tv, shattered their sole photo frame.

Face scratches bled. And then they had their most passionate evening ever.

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