"She heard the characteristic "chim, chim" of his bike bell as he tipped it over the top of the hill. She turned to face him as if in slow motion, her long mahogany locks twirling through the air like the spin of a ballroom skirt. A glow emanated from her like cool light through a window pane at midnight. Her eyes lit up when she saw his silly grin
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