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She arrives at his house, fashionably late
in a flowing red dress with matching heels. Nervously awaiting the night, She pauses before She lets herself in. He is sitting on the comfy gold-patterened sofa indulging in popcorn while glaring at the TV She sits beside him and commences a conversation The boy, wearing sun-faded jeans and a bowler's shirt appears calm and suave as he places his lean arm around her slender neck She noticed his misty palms and laughed. She realized in five years this night wouldn't matter He'd be forgotten She'd be miles away He flashed an inquisitive glance And she kissed him with the promise of tomorrow.
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