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Scintilla scents psych me up for the starlit night…

I’m wearing his leather jacket and it smells of his Paco Rabanne cologne.

I’m holding her hand and I adore how small her hands are and the shape of her thumbnails is simply perfection.

As breeze is to sharp grass blades,

as fan is to aroused leg hair standing on end.

Warm childhood memories build and climax in the mountaintops of my mind and I usher in a world wide web of adult decisions and ramifications.