Nervously, I open up the door and there she is; my Lily, like the gentle breeze of my hot summer, like the burning ember in my coldest winter, sweeter than the first nectar of the most beautiful flower in the earliest Spring...a sight to behold, indeed. "I see that you're back..." her voice is the sound of waves returning to the awaiting shore "I hope you won't do it again." I'm too dumbstruck to reply. "Maybe then we could be friends" Perhaps this time we'll pretend to know us that well
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