Candlelit
It was supposed to be a romantic, candlelit dinner. But it was so dark. Everything was so dark. It was hard to see. The wine was dark red, like blood. The pasta sauce too. My hands! Even them! It wasn't the sauce, nor the wine. The candle went out. It went out and fell to the floor. It went completely dark.
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