There once was a little girl. She was a bright girl, so full of sunshine and always giggling. One day she fell in love with a marble statue, not knowing it wasn't able to return her affections. Everyday she would sit next to it and lean against the cold stone, whispering her secrets into its ear in hopes of turning it warm, but it always stayed cold. After a while, she began to grow cold, too. Her smiles faded and her laughter died away. Her skin soon turned to marble but she was still alive...A living stone, who couldn't love...
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