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A bead of sweat dripped down his temple and melted into his shirt. I watched his eyes look in places it shouldn’t. Although it was difficult, I resisted the urge to press my lips against his. As I smoked my cigarette, we spoke of things I would later forget. The only memories I would have of our interaction were a dizzy feeling and the sound of rain. He reluctantly walked away, leaving me standing underneath the stairwell. I waited a moment before heading back inside…


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