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The moon smiled down at them like a cheshire cat without his eyes, casting a dull yellow glow upon the path in front. The way was strewn with wet leaves and small puddles, but they ignored it and walked, her arm linked through his, in animated conversation. He had declared his love for her to the world in no uncertain terms, and even though she scorned him in public, she secretly admired his devoted nature. He told her wild stories of cheats and swindlers, and how he had come to meet them, and how each time one adventure would end, he would smile because another was beginning. She was his adventure now, and would do all she could to ensure that when he left, which he would, he would take with him a story greater than any other.