Shortly after she returned home, there would be a knock on Shelly's door. By the time she answered it, whoever it had been would be gone, but there would be a bouquet of black roses there for her.
A card read, My beautiful dark lady,
Know that you are never far from my thoughts and that I long for the day when you shall be mine. A day which shall come sooner than you think.
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