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May 2017
Paul sat next to Sara on a school trip. He was slowly falling in love with her like a soft explosion waterfall. There was something about watching her put on makeup, that made him think of a Pre-Raphaelite painting and the Psychedelic Furs. Each eyelash was a future kiss. Her quiet beauty and silent rebellion.

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