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Sunday afternoon

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  • It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining, but we didn’t feel like moving. Laying in bed, my fingers slowly ran through your hair. Repeatedly, as if it’s a ritual. Out of nowhere, you suddenly sit up and looked into my eyes and said, “If you fall, I will catch you.” I giggled and respond, “Not if I catch you first.”