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She was sweet and smelled like spring and winter at the same time.
Like everyone in the world was waiting on us, but time was ours to waste.
I was completely in love with him, and my poor tortured heart was a wary thing, terrified of the damage he could do.
Hope was a fickle thing, so I tried to tamp it down and not let it rise within me.
