Last night we briefly snuck away to my room to make love while my roommates were still away.
What really happened was:
Hidden by the movements of a vast crowd of people in drab overcoats, I felt her little finger touch mine. The moon shone full on us as I looked deep into her eyes and the air brushed us in new ways. She said, “I wish it were only you and I on this world.” And suddenly we were alone together, locked in an embrace romantic enough to make everything around us disappear into the forgotten mist of reality.
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