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mood: the dirty weekendsight: raindrops on the windows, filtered through the venetian blinds sound: waves crashing and random iPod tunes: click here for my playlist smell: salt air, motel soap cakes and whiskey on each other's breath touch: naked flesh against cheap sheets taste: fresh, crisp apples in the dim lit afterglow
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