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She wished she had never married the god of stone. With a sigh, she tended to her garden, flowers blooming in her hands. His heart, once soft, was now like the mountains he carved. Solid, and cold. They had once been in love, so similar it was like they were one soul. But he had drifted away. And now they were too oppositional. He wouldn't change back, even if she asked. Not that he did anything she asked anymore. He just sat in front of the TV, immobile, wasting away, only moving once in a while to make another mountain.

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    That’s blokes for you! They tell you they’ll move mountains for you and then they make mountains out of molehills, tell you they’re stony broke and just want to sit and get stoned while they watch the footy.

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