Small park. Slightly crowded. A boy and a girl sit on a bench. Their arms wrapped in heavy overcoats brush against each other. Winter. Sunny.
Boy: I'm never going to marry you.
Girl: ...
Boy: I think it's over.
Girl: ...
Girl: Are you sure?
Boy: Yes.
Boy walks away. The girl trembles.
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