Do you remember the night you embarrassed me? It was cold: the moon slid against the sky, the first formed dew, sapping all the heat from the day. It took the warmth from our bodies, stole our ambition to move away from that spot. We sat, and we stayed, a measurable distance holding us apart that we crossed like inch worms with every winking smile
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