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Goodbye my friend, you will be missed. Remember how we met, strolling through opposite ends of a grassy meadow? The surprise of seeing someone else making our eyes meet quickly from shock, than an arousal of sorts after the initial wave of adrenaline. We met in the center, near the streams edge, wanting to embrace each other but holding back out of fear. But lust was no match for our deepest desires, we had to touch, to caress, to hold. It was no longer desire, it was primal and uncontrollable. Our lips met, barely touching at first until our tongues couldn't help but to explore each other. Our bodies lost control, our hands were free to wonder, our clothes were lost to the gentle wind of the meadow, and soon, soon my friend...
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