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July 7th, 2009 - 08:56 pm
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Val took the glass, her fingers brushing his as she did. The fireworks were over outside, but there were still tiny flutters down her spine.
She carried the glass to the viewing wall anyway. This high up, there were a few stars to be seen. |
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