And when he left her, he left a broken heart out laying in the field for the elements to have their way with. He was less concerned with matters of the heart and more concerned with what lay at the other side of the fence. It was what was on the other side that mattered. The home, life, work, and everything that made the world a better place in his mind. Ah, but that broken heart was a sore spot in his mind. It was always just laying there... on the other side of the fence... beckoning him."
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