The plaza collects the fleeting happiness of the couple's ephemeral love. In spite of this knowledge, they kiss. And the world disappears. All that remains are the entwined hearts in that long kiss. People pass and look but they don't notice. They are too preoccupied with each other.
A dog tries to eat its tail, as absorbed with itself as they are with themselves.
The kiss ends, the dog finishes.
The couple no longer exists, not the plaza, not even the dog. Or you. Or this story.
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