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we would see a new movie every friday night, sitting in the last row of the stadium theater, throwing kernels of buttery popcorn down on teenagers trying to discover each others bodies for the first time. we giggled aloud because we already knew each and every single part to ours.
on rainy days you would take me by the hand and lead me outside into the maelstrom of oncoming rain. grabbing my head between your hands and kissing the beads of rainwater off my eyelids, you would whisper that i was perfect, we were perfect, and you couldn't think of a better way to die.

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