>> You'll keep playing the guy who leaves

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[ She's on her knees in a snow drift. She has snow everywhere, clinging to her gloves, her hair, her cloak, as though she's been digging through it frantically. In one hand she's holding a golden hoop. She slides it on her wrist, but rather than looking triumphant, she seems to break down, curling into a ball to sob. ]

I found it... I found it so please... come back...