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“From the day I met her, life has not stayed the same. It feels as if the air crackles each time when I see her. And when she smiles at me, I feel as if the clouds are showering rose petals on her and me. And when she comes closer to me then my heart bursts inside my chest with a plethora of unknown emotions and feelings.”

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