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I met a boy on the outskirts of campus, playing a game of frisbee.   his eyes shined like oceans shimmering in the very depths of the beauty in  the place mermaids call home.  
A saucer hovers over the field. A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air like the smell of a recent rain.  Two men, their desire unconcealed, streak down-field, celestial comets paired,
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