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"Let's get out of here!" Harry screamed spinning in circles as I giggle at his foolishness.
"And go where?" I questioned laying back in my grassy surroundings staring at the stars.
I soon felt his body being pressed against my own, our eyes meeting. His smile brighter than the stars above us.
"Wherever we want to go doll, just me and you. Doesn't that sound unreal?" He rolled off me giggling to himself at the thought. He swiftly got up, extended his hand to me and I took it without second thought.
Harry and I, alone together, in 1967, sounded unreal right?
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