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One late summer morning around 10am, one pair of new lovers lay next to each other, half awake. She climbed onto his chest, listening to his heart beat. His fingers carelessly ran through her hair. Amid the silent rhythm of the two breathing, the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat, the convergence of body temperature, an unbreakable connection was quietly forming. All of a sudden, he flipped her over and the two played like lion cubs. He ended with his head on her chest. She ran her cold fingers through his eyebrows. The weight of understanding light as feather, for no one was making a sound.