Prologue · Edelweiss

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Maybe it was his green eyes.

Maybe it was his curly hair.

Maybe it was his warm smile.

Maybe it was his raspy voice.

Or maybe it was just him.

Under the sky of cold Saturday morning, I met him.

I met Harry Styles.

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