A small village with few people, even fewer women. He is the prized hunter; she, the Chief's daughter. There are stolen moments and secret kisses; permission granted and a proposal. A happy ending.

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They meet again in Egypt. He is a priest and she's a lowly slave. Different skin, different hair, different world, but they know right away. He tries to leave the temple and she tries to escape. There's "No one turns their back on Ra" and "She's just a slave-girl!" in time with the crack of a whip falling on her back. Soul mates are ripped apart, left wanting and waiting for an end that will never come.

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Rome is where they find each other once more. Both are born lucky as merchant children; they laugh and play and grow up together. Suddenly everything is changing and they're not twelve any more. They cling tight to each other as the world burns.

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There's an arranged marriage, a hope for peace between clans. There are empty words and sobbing nights with too much whiskey, eventually followed by a love blossoming so strongly nothing will break it.

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Two orphan children, dirty and in rags, crying for pennies on Queen Victoria's street. They can't afford food or even hope, but she keeps the flame burning and he notices. They grow up thin and pinched, scrambling for life but he can't help but see her beauty buried beneath the layers of grim and ratty dresses. He lifts a cheap ring from a peddler and proposes on a snowy night. She's delighted and they find a barn to huddle in until light. They're found frozen the next morning, smiles etched across their faces.

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There are cotton fields and slaves, a big house and shacks. She's been dragged south by her father- "business" he says. They move onto a small plantation in the middle of nowhere, a mile from their closest neighbor. She misses the bustling city streets; the backwoods are far too quiet, especially at night. He grew up there, a true southern boy. This time is different- they hate each other on sight. She is a prissy, silly girl and he is a backwards, stupid mule. But closeness tends to invoke crossed paths and they learn to tolerate each other. Not before long, they're becoming wrapped up in each other, falling in love as the country becomes restless. There are whispers amongst the slaves, warning of a coming war. The Confederates are organizing and he has to go. "I have to protect what's mine." "Please don't, you'll die!" "Have faith, I'll come back." A boiling summer gives way to a freezing winter and each day without news she loses a little more hope. Winter turns to spring and he comes limping home: an early discharge thanks to a blown off leg. She fuses over he and he smiles, "I missed you too." There's a Southern wedding in uniform and children running through the big house. Another long, happily ever after.

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Whispers of a revolution have reached their shtetl and they board a ship bound for America. He sells papers all day and she lives hunched over a sewing machine, losing money for every needle she breaks. They scrape rent together every week and slowly save up. She gets promoted and he starts his own business. They move up in the world; babies come; two rockers sit by the fire.

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She's born unlucky the next time around: a Jewish girl in Nazi Germany. They meet on opposite sides of the fence as his regiment marches into the camp. She's slated to die and he discovers an escape route. The dogs are release, tracking them to a windmill; twin shots ring out through the night. Side by side they are buried, the only marker being 'Traitor' carved into the tree.

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The next place is Paris: she moves to escape from her past but it's hard to survive in a city with no real marketable skills. She holds several jobs- waitress, cashier, part-time lover- and becomes more haggard every day. He's running too, from a high class family, a scandal, a fallout. He's a regular at the café she works and they share rare smiles every so often. She doesn't dream he'll ever give her the time of day though until he's another type of client lined up for her. The hotel room door opens and then snaps shut from shock. He looks up and jumps to his feet. She turns to go back out, tears streaming down her face; she never wanted him to see this side. He gently grasps her arm. He wipes the tears from her face and she knows he understands. Time progresses and she quits the job that brought them together. There's a proposal and "Why do I feel as if we've done this before," followed by "Because love never dies" in place of a 'yes'. The yes is understood.