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September 27, 2012
It was the strangest thing. I saw a heart left, uncared for, on a park bench.

Why would someone leave their heart alone? It makes no sense.

The poor thing looked so cold, so weak and gentle. I took it in my hands and held it close to me, warming it against me. Slowly, it started to beat faster, beat stronger, turn a more vivid colour of red.

I decided to take it home with me. I would look after it, unlike its old owner.

Walking home, I clutched it to  my chest, its beats matching my own heart.