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She tied her hair slowly, her eyes half-closed, as if time had stopped just for her. He watched her in silence, as he did every night—delighted, as if it were the first time. And maybe it was. Because, every time she looked back, he fell in love all over again.
About fist
She tied her hair slowly, her eyes half-closed, as if time had stopped just for her. He watched her in silence, as he did every night—delighted, as if it were the first time. And maybe it was. Because, every time she looked back, he fell in love all over again.