The air was sweet and thick in a summer's night mist when her palm slipped into mine and softly squeezed just once as if that meeting of flesh said "I already know." Whatever transmuted between our own skins and electricity seemed to slip past me because I was still trying to use words. I thought they were the only way to describe the way neon lights flashed against her eyes at
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