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I went to our place. It was rainy. It was cold. It smelled of peaches; the thing you thought of, when you thought of first kisses. I went to our place. It was rainy. It was cold. It's funny how fast that peach can mold.

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Written by

megan-hoagland

American

For You?

Written by

megan-hoagland

American

Published: Sep 26, 2014
LinesWords: 1245

Tags: #love #kiss #first #sad #kisses #lost #gloomy #rain #rainy #peaches

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