Mr. . No matter how often she came across this phase in love stories, there was never anything explanatory: as if all human beings perfectly understood. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese.
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