by Tristan Parker
It was a big party, and a loud one. I had stepped outside to clear my head, and was on my way back in when the crowd parted. It was love at first sight.
"You are beautiful," I told her.
"What?"
"I LOVE YOU"
"I can't hear you. Sorry."
She turned away and continued dancing.
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