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Openness.

We ran,

In the rain.

It soaked our hair and clothes,

I didn't mind it.

I felt free.

Our hands we intertwined together.

I felt strong.

I felt happy.

When we reached my apartment,

I didn't want him to walk ten more minutes to his.

I told him to stay.

If he wanted.

He smiled,

And walked inside with me.

All still hand in hand.

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