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She set the glass bottle down in the middle of the street. She carefully placed the firecracker in the bottle and lit the white yarn at the bottom of the firecracker. Once it was lit she ran into his arms as if they would protect her from the of boisterous popping sound. They watched it as if they were watching a child take its first steps. Once it was in the air. It was like a slow motion picture. They were completely lost in the moment. But it didn't matter because in that moment everything was perfect. This was their forever.

~excerpts from a book I'll never write∞

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