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The date was at the same place and time as our first date,
only he was more interested in our conversation, laughing at my jokes and holding my hand.

At one point his hand moved up my thigh, under my dress a little until we were interrupted by the waitress.

That night at the bus stop we kissed, it was passionate and strong. The thought of him makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, he asked me to go on another date tomorrow night too.

Only he said it would be at Spices, an Indian restaurant in the center of town.

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