Perfect
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He smiles and takes my hand. Our fingers kiss lightly as they lace together. The river stretches out before us—the water dripping and rising with the wind. His hand is warm and so much larger than mine. It's rough and covered in newsprint, but the feel of his skin is comforting.
The wind grows stronger, and I shudder as the temperature drops. He pulls his hand away from mine and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
He kisses me softly and tells me he loves me. I tell him I love him more.
He laughs.
Everything is perfect.
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