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Prepare a five minute story about falling in love in these Miami streets. Being in the wrong place at the right time, Fuk Bois, or fuckery; the time you found joy in the dark; or the time you couldn’t quite get enough. Cortaditos and croquetas all night on the beach, the lesson that you kept coming back to learn, letting go to a stranger, and find joy when salvation is what you wanted.
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