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The gelato shop dropped away. The people disappeared. In that moment, it was just her and Michael, the taste of ice cream, and their slowly warming lips.
There was something novel and wonderful about being in a crowd and not feeling alone.
The music raced, but time crawled.
His scent, his warmth, and his solidness surrounded her. That was one hundred percent right.
Michael was mint chocolate chip for her.
