for a moment
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
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The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
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