A few years have passed now. Not in a way that feels dramatic. Just enough time for your memory to stop demanding an answer. You think of her sometimes without warning. Her smell. That black silk dress. The sound of…
Noun: Paradise

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A few years have passed now. Not in a way that feels dramatic. Just enough time for your memory to stop demanding an answer. You think of her sometimes without warning. Her smell. That black silk dress. The sound of…

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