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Sweat sank into sand, heat lingered in the ring — what sports leave behind
The ball sank with a dull thud. I wiped the sweat from my chest with the back of my hand, and her gaze struck mine.
The White Room, Black Loungewear, and Dampness in Her Eyes
The faint sound of bare skin sinking into the sofa gently undid the afternoon stillness.