Perhaps it was an overwrought projection of her own tumultuous emotions, but she swore she could see them quivering with passion as they faced one another. She had undeniably caused their split, but torrents of remorse undulated through her shivering frame. They belonged together—she could see that now. And theirs was such a weak divide; with but a single word, they could overcome this petty separation. Realizing that she alone could unite them, she redeemed her machinations by adding a coordinating conjunction after the comma, and the two independent clauses were joined as fate and proper sentence structure had intended.
A Sentence Spliced Cannot Stand
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