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She ran to the closest shop, trying to escape the heavy rain when I bumped into her. As I reached for her book that skittered in the rain, her soft hands touched mine and I heard her crimson lips whisper, "Sorry". I peered into her brown almond eyes and smiled, "Would you like a coffee?"
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