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The first day was all about attraction.
He was her first kiss.
She tasted warm with citrusy notes from the lemon tea I drank that evening.
She was tasting my own mouth through yours.
They were sitting on the cold grassy field of December.
The place had seen many promises built and many demolished like the house of cards.
It was her first love.
She knew from the start that it would be him, her first love.
He looked dapper in his jacket and trousers.
He kept on staring at her, and sometimes his eyes met her kohled ones.
She looked away to locate the automobiles that passed by the field.
The city had its own kind of hustle and bustle among the peaceful setting.
They both were spotting the lovers that sat far away around us.
His fresh perfume, the warmth of his flesh, evaded from his heated underarms and enveloped her like a ghostly shadow.
She felt alive for the first time.
It was attraction at first sight that held them together that evening.
She was wearing my maroon ribbed turtleneck, and it was Christmas Eve.
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