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| One day, a young man was writing a letter to his girlfriend who lived just a few miles away in a nearby town. |
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| He was telling her how much he loved her and how wonderful he thought she was. |
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| The more he wrote the more poetic he became. |
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| Finally he said that in order to be with her, he would suffer the greatest difficulties, |
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| he would face the greatest dangers that anyone couldn't imagine. |
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| In fact, to spend only one minute with her, |
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| he would swim across the widest river, he would enter the deepest forest, |
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| and he would fight against the fiercest animals with his bare hands. |
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| He finished the letter, signed his name |
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| and then suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to mention something quite important. |
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| So, in a postscript below his name, he added: |
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| "By the way, I'll be over to see you on Wednesday night, if it doesn't rain." |
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