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Our hands intertwined while fairy lights twinkled above “Something” by the Beatles Blaring loudly from a suitcase record player. There’s something in the way Love, just love the way two kids do it Soft, effortless, and at its purest form, Becomes the cruelest lesson.
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
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Our hands intertwined while fairy lights twinkled above “Something” by the Beatles Blaring loudly from a suitcase record player. There’s something in the way Love, just love the way two kids do it Soft, effortless, and at its purest form, Becomes the cruelest lesson.
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
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