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the chilly summers breeze brushes against my cream coloured skin just like give hand gently ides with mine.

adrenaline rushes through inside me.

not because of the breeze but because of the small amount of physical contact between us.

I don't hesitate to grab your hand and intertwine our fingers together.

your glistening eyes spring up at me in delight and surprise.

I could lost just staring into them.

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