"If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home across the bay....You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock."
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
This is a writing comm for illicit love affairs. So, unless there is something truly keeping your star-crossed lovers apart we're not interested. To add to that, we are not connoisseurs of sweetness or light, excuse the cliche. Though not necessary, we frankly prefer cheaters to warring parents, thoughtless cruelty to guilt and it-wouldn't-work partings to romantic deaths.
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