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His name is John


Your eyes are like water she spoke when you see the particles of dirt in the Sun glistening like diamonds reflecting across the surface. With every little description she fell deeper and deeper not necessarily into his eyes but into the water, she found herself drownding in a puddle but I guess that's what it's like to fall in love.
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