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A letter to this brunette I was seeing for a few years

The first time I met you, I was still a child, innocent. It was probably a hot summer day, and I was vulnerable. You took advantage of me.
I approached you, and I head that noise you like to make, the one that would become scorched in my brain. A sound that I always wanted you to make when we met, and that I thought makes me feel good. At first you were a bit pungent, but then I realised you can also be sweet.

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