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We fell down the hill, screeching in glee as our bodies rolled on the soft grass. I saw him tumble past me. Our eyes met, and I grinned. He was the love of my life, and I knew it.
Her manicured hand was sleeved in an elegant black glove; a glove that kept many secrets hidden, including the woman's own identity.
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