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running away from a family party in the middle of the night, with your childhood best friend, was something you were used to doing now. his hand clinging to yours, wandering the cold night streets, taking a random subway direction to anywhere but here — it was your dose of freedom. and under the faint moonlight, which
illuminated his tired but overexcited face, you began to think that wherever he went, you'd follow. standing on tiptoe, tugging at the tie of his suit, you place a butterfly kiss on his cheek, making the tips of his cold ears redden. then suddenly his eyes locked with yours, the beauty of his hazel pupils made your heart miss a beat.
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