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SIXTY SEVEN
Amber wished the day would never end. She had spent the afternoon with Fabian, strolling down the streets, sampling on freebies and admiring window displays before retiring with Fabian to his residence.
Come evening, Fabian suggested for them to order pizza and watch a movie in his living room; something they had never done before together.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked as they unboxed their dinner. The aromatic smell of Neopolitan pizza filled the room as the sun dipped below the horizon, illuminating the room in hues of warm orange shades. A side of buffalo wings laid on a pristine white plate on the carpeted floor along with two glasses of sparkling wine.
Amber bit her lips, it had been years since she sat down to watch a movie with anyone. She couldn’t even remember the last movie she watched.
She shook her head and smiled sheepishly as she helped herself to a pizza slice. Steam rose from it as she pulled the pizza from the pizza box and c
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