This is one of those super short ones. I have fed you. Now, enjoy. May it nourish your imaginations and allow them to grow.
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[AFTER THE STORM by Mumford and Sons]
Samantha Puckett sighed contentedly as she lay on her stomach, her mismatching sock covered toes wriggling comfortably. She folded her arms under her head, staring out of Freddie's bedroom window from his bed. The window was opened slightly, so she could hear the steady patter of the rain and the faint sounds of the city below them.
Freddie lay next to her, leaning up against his headboard, his fingers idly tracing pictures on Sam's arm. "I've been thinking about something…" Freddie said quietly, not really wanting to disturb the comfortable silence.
"Hmm?" She grunted, turning her head to face him.
"… I think I'm in love with you."
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