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My first love
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Ongoing, First published Jul 12, 2014
Here I am stealing glances of him again. But I can't help myself. He is playing football with his team in the scorching sun. His face full of sweats. But looking close to him, he is enjoying himself dispite the sun or any other worries.  And somewhere in the middle of all this I was falling for him.
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