Prompt: Write the last sentence of a story about unrequited love.
Source: None
Response:
She flew out on a Saturday as she always did, smiling and greeting him by name when he motioned her to walk through the customs metal detector and Cohen longed, not for the first time, to know where Miss Jimson, with her ready smile and enormous, expressive brown eyes, was flying to.
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