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... was an undeniable fact that winter had ended. The morning air still held a hint of lingering freshness, but it was far from the icy chill of only weeks ago. A wind blew from my right, bringing with it a similarly warm touch that I barely felt. The floral smell of Maria’s hair hit my awareness like a shot of pure adrenaline, calling to mind countless memories, some of which I had no business recalling in the light of day.
“Glad to see you’re having fun,” she jibed, smirking beneath red-ri ...
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