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8/29 6:59pm
i knocked on the fadded orange door with my 'cute little hands' as harry would call them. the door opened and i almost fainted on the spot. he was dressed casually in black ripped jeans and a greenday shirt. it looked good on him. he smiled and opened the door wider offering me a step inside. his loft was small and when i entered we were in his living room. he brought me to the kitchen where a small round table was set with candles. "i havent made the food yet," he sheepishly says while rubbing the back of his neck. "i thought it might be fun to make it together?" i smile "that would be lovely." together we made chicken, stuffed with mozzarella cheese, wrapped in parma ham, with some homemade mashed potatoes. we set the table and sat down to eat. he fondly gazed at me and asked me to tell him about myself. throughout dinner i told him about my family, hobbies, passions, and my newfound love for lollipops. adterwords we found ourselves seated on the couch sipping red wine and telling funny stories from our pasts. when it hits 11pm i hug him goodbye and drive home.

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