“You know, I’ve really missed these evenings with you.”
“What is it that makes you love them so much, other than my incredible presence that is?”
“The smell of corn fields, and crisp evening air. The smell of leaves on the ground as they become an array of brown. It reminds me of young love and first kisses stolen under blankets… of late nights with friends now gone.”
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