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Contando lunares

The city was still sleeping and all she could think about was his moles. He had so many and she hadn’t had the chance to count them all.

She didn’t needed to close her eyes to recreate in her mind the recent past weekend by his side, it had been amazing.

«I’ll miss you» she had said. And with a still sleepy smile he had said «me also» and gently kissed her on the lips while pulling her closer to him.

Next time she would count all his moles, definitely.


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