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Her hair was the sweet smell of fresh shampoo. You would think that would be the least of my concerns in the middle of our fight.
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My face still stings from her slap. Even in a fight there are things you are not supposed to say; I crossed that line.
Step.The taste of blood from my bitten lip still lingers, masking the memory of that
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