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It’s just one of those days. Maybe one of those weeks. It’s always the fall that makes me think of you. The first night we met. You carrying me on your back to a lake where we made love for the first time. Our life paths couldn’t be further apart. I know it’s just the idea of you. But that idea creeps in every few years and gives me hope of real love. Maybe someday, probably not. -P
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