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“Please? I recognized her one day at one of my school lacrosse games and, awkwardly so, we hit it off a day or two after. Her skin light as caramel, wrapped in a stark white towel; those eyes, glowing as bright as an emerald in the sunlight; her dark, long & lush curls damp, clinging to her cheeks; every curve of her delectable body, her strikingly cute features embedded into that innocent face… With her thick, black boots to her leather jacket, I thought the
