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he sat on the beach,
breathing in gasps after he made eye contact
he also fell down a hill.
embarrassing,
he thought.
endearing,
she mused.
eventually she scooted closer,
their towels touching.
the smooth pebbles on the beach bit into her feet and the cold water tickled her toes.
he smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
oh how she wished to do that.
finally the two spoke.
"i'm daisy"
he blinked. in awe.
"blake."
she smiled again.
the dim light contrasted to her white teeth and glowing eyes.
he could stare forever.

an
:')

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